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...
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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...
