The Patterns in the Scars
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"The stranger's pale skin was as white as paper. Though it was covered in impurities. Worn, stretched and tightened. It didn't seem natural, both gaunt and limp."
A story about reinventing oneself, and accepting who we are and have been.
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This is a short novel that I wrote for class, and really liked. I hope you enjoy.
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