She attempted to gain purchase on anything that happened to be within distance. She grasped for air, desperation clawed through her veins, leaking out of her pores and dispersing as a foul odour.
She had put up a bloody good fight, giving out the last wisps of energy she had managed to withdraw from the world. The only thought she possessed at that moment was that of her son. The only reason he had reigned that terrain was because in her view he embodied the very definition of monster, though he had not done anything. For he was just a gullible infant with very little malevolence to show. He was the least volatile looking baby out of a lineup. He I'm fact had portrayed more verisimilitude than many would display in a lifetime of happiness and truth. His name was Latham
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Rise of the upbringing
FantasyA mother strives to protect her fragile trial. She will go to preternatural lengths to ensure the wellbeing of Latham. But when she perishes in an act of great deception, controversy and trauma, how will he cope?
