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(Carrion Comfort)

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"I've been dead for seven years."

"I told you."

Noah's words haunted Ronan, even after Adam woke the ley line and they moved Noah's bones to the ruined church.

"I told you."

How had they never noticed? How had he, Ronan, never noticed?


The one word, traced over and over in the window of an abandoned Mustang. It had felt like a punch in the gut (something Ronan was all too familiar with).


It wasn't a statement of fact, exactly. It was a promise, and one Ronan meant to keep.