A Short Story : A Story Of A Story?

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Two things haunted him that night—the man that lay mangled on the ground at the market and the fear he saw etched in Madeline’s eyes. Somehow, Gabriel felt as if that intense, raw fear she felt was more than just because of what happened in the market. Unfortunately, he couldn’t piece together what made her so frightened. She wouldn’t talk about it, either. “Madeline, I’m really sorry you had to see that,” Gabriel said softly as they returned to their hotel room. She would hardly even look at him, just stealing occasional glances but otherwise, avoiding eye contact altogether. “He-He didn’t deserve to die,” she replied just as quietly, but then shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t stay here right now. I need some air.” She walked right past him and out the door, and Gabriel found himself staring at the closed door far longer than he had anticipated. If only there was something he could do to rectify the day… An hour passed and still she didn’t return, so instead of worrying himself raw over her, he locked himself in the bathroom and spread his research materials out around him, mainly focusing on the butterfly Miraculous and the purple-orbed staff. There had to be some sort of connection. The staff led him straight to the Miraculous. It couldn’t have been just a coincidence, could it? Gabriel poured over the documents, looking closely at all the details in each image of the Miraculous holders. They were simple depictions, but he got the gist of it. “This is supposed
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