Spiritual Growth
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The Illusions – Chapter 19
It’s late August, the air outside thick with the last desperate breath of summer. As I clock in, the sharp chemical scent of bleach stings my nose, while the office buzzes with cold air from the vents and the harsh… Continue reading
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The Illusions – Chapter 18
The sky outside my window is the color of old dishwater, clouds hanging low and thick, smothering everything in gray. It’s the kind of afternoon where the light never quite arrives. A similar fog has settled over my mind —… Continue reading
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The Illusions – Chapter 17
My phone buzzes against the nightstand, and I reach for it before I’m fully awake. The screen blinks to life in the morning light, and there it is — his name, his words, his voice compressed into a notification I… Continue reading
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The Illusions – Chapter 9
The soft rock music playing is a relief, filling the silence in the car on the way back. It feels like we’re both running on low battery, neither wanting to admit it. At home, I collapse onto my back patio,… Continue reading
