Fear. I still feel it, like a wind, brushing down the cheek, a stern hand putting me in my place, making the hard forgetting reality remembered. And…… Read more “Girl with a crimson flair (P.T.1)”
Fear. I still feel it, like a wind, brushing down the cheek, a stern hand putting me in my place, making the hard forgetting reality remembered. And…… Read more “Girl with a crimson flair (P.T.1)”
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