Twenty-seven days of torture. Twenty-seven pages of his story. "My heart mimicked the sound of a defective machine gun, shooting random bursts of heartbeats to which my limbs acted as the bodies that fell after." - This novelette is rated mature. Read at your own risk. Chapters will be posted during January 2018, so feel free to add to your library :) It's a short story, so expect all chapters to be released on January. Copyright © 2018 by Mondo Ryo + Thank you for the cover @Lolitha All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner; including electronically, physically, by means of audio, and any other methodical methods whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Any person, or persons, whether dead or alive, named or described in this work of literature are by pure coincidence.

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Miracles were the work of the Demiurge, but Cardior-Rhexis was no deity. She called herself a seasonal healer. Villages would learn too late the reason why she was in constant mobility. She was the giver of life, yet the bringer of death. Lukewarm wine in a golden cup, yet lethal poison in your veins. The antidote and the toxin. Venu loves their children, but don't make ill of the root of life lest consequence shall arise, and Venu grows new skin. Cardior-Rhexis was the bringer of healing and growth, yet she left ashes behind her wake.