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The sunset was a deeper red than she remembered, as if Praimfaya had reached out into space and curled its fiery fingers around the sun itself. Clarke shivered despite herself and realized that it was cold. The sun was going down and she was alone on a radiation-soaked planet. Alone and alive.
“Murphy.” The name left her lips involuntarily. And then she was running away from the lab before her brain caught up. If the nightblood worked and she survived, Murphy survived too.
Chopped 100 Fanfic Challenge Round 1 Awards:
2nd Place Overall, 2nd Place Sunsets Trope, 2nd Place (Tied) A Dichotomy Trope, 3rd Place Best Platonic Relationship Winner
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