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The rain fell in lush plops as she made her way down the sidewalk, her satchel held closely to her chest. The heaviness in her heart propelled her towards the building like a moth to a flickering light bulb.

As she opened the large, creaking door, her eyes instantly connected to the dark figure hunched quietly at the front desk. The weight of a thousand nightmares seemed to press the figure into an unrecognizable lump. The transformation sucked the air from her lips.

She reached gently into her tattered satchel and with cupped hands she withdrew the only antidote she had. A soft, feathered thing – wings iridescent with tiny dark eyes shining. Unlacing her fingers, she whispered something indecipherable into her hands and kissed the bird gently on the head.

Taking wing, the bird fluttered across the lobby towards the dark figure. As the tiny bird descended onto his shoulder, her gaze was met by his grey, weary eyes.

The rain drops slowed and the sun worked its golden fingers through the clouds; she could clearly see that the spark was still in his eyes.

“Remember your gift,” she mouthed without sound.