Broken Ties
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- Parts 40
Ongoing17h 21m
Last published Tue, Mar 26, 2019
"You are safe now" A woman with red eyes and white hair said softly even though her voice was hoarse, wrapping a cloak around the shaken girl who stood as blood ran down the right side of her neck. But she was too cold and numb to feel the pain. Rated T for violence
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