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The Next Morning...

The bustle of morning life murmured beyond the darkened walls. But not much was stirring in this somber room. Dull eyes clung to particles of dust drifting in shafts of light. It was a holiday weekend, and many were eagerly seeking out their families and friends in the warmth of the occasion. But here, locked and shuttered from sight, huddled a weary and bewildered group, startling at each footfall close to their hideout.


Their minds numb with grief, they struggled to make sense of the last long hours. And they feared for their own lives. As the one they had loved, rested from what he'd endured, they too were still. Frozen from shock. Unable to take in the enormity of what had just happened. Unable to understand where this could go. Unable to sense hope on its way...


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