(metrics) Ghostly words on a brilliant day

[vg_ford]

Starting Count: 320
Ending Count: 862
Net Gain: + 542
Current Word MTD count: 542

Starting line:
“You ask me this after you give me a blanket?” I grumbled, but I knew he was right. If our eyes weren’t playing tricks on us, then something was out there, and I needed to find out what.

Ending line:
Which argues that maybe this isn’t a place memory, David said. You aren’t an empath, and yet you can feel it. Place memories simply don’t have the power to keep up this level of emotion.

Darling:
Ice flooded my veins as I changed, my mortal flesh melting away, leaving only the spirit behind. The air acquired a bite, colder than winter, with a dusty, faintly stale smell that filled my nostrils with the scent of death. I steeled myself and opened my eyes.

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