Fontessa
"Warrior for Christ
The silence in the room was heavy, a suffocating fog that had lingered for years. It was a weight that lived in the corners of the ceiling, ...
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The sound was a phantom, a shriek without a throat, yet it tore through her. It resonated not in the air, but in the hollow chambers of her ...
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The old me had to die so I could keep finding God. It wasn't a dramatic, television-drama kind of death, no gasping for breath on a cold...
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