My Ashes Beneath Your Feet
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Because of severe nyctalopia, the moment the sun went down, my world shrank to absolute zero. Darkness wasn't just a lack of light for me; it was a physical wall, an impenetrable terror that left me completely paralyzed.
Nicholas had once promised he would be my cane, my compass, my eyes.
Until Genevieve returned from Paris.
It was Labor Day weekend, and he insisted on driving the four of us out to the undeveloped ridges of the Appalachian foothills for an evening hike to watch the harvest moon.