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Until My Dying Day by Lesley Bungay

She wanders on the clifftop, lingering near the crumbling schoolhouse. Deserted now for fear of the advancing ocean. Their place. Safe. Far from prying eyes and prejudice. She senses movement, turns to speak his name. But no answer returns, no figure emerges. Only ethereal shadows of children play, their muffled tones echo amongst the ruins.…