The Dark Corners of the Night
Meg Gardiner
"Winter, two a.m., and a Santa Ana wind was scouring Los Angeles."
"Winter, two a.m., and a Santa Ana wind was scouring Los Angeles."
"During advisory at the end of the day, while Mr. Mater drones on about a student council food drive and tryouts for the upcoming musical, I count three news teams on the school’s front lawn, waiting to ambush me the second I walk out the doors."
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