“And how is it that we hear,
“And how is it that we hear,“And how is it that we hear,each of us in his own native language?”
each of us in his own native language?”each of us in his own native language?”(Acts 2:8, English Standard Version)
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Her world was grey. All its colour had been drained.
She could picture herself hanging on the edge of a precipice, above a sheer drop that threatened to engulf her. Her fingers were raw and bleeding; the crumbling stone beneath their tips shredded her skin as she clawed for purchase. She fought to hold on – every day, she fought – while the chasm, replete with its darkness, waited patiently to consume her whole.
every dayMadison Carter’s life was spiralling. She was edging ever closer to the day when her grip on the cliff face would loosen, w
