A Rock in the River
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Contenido adultoConcluida mar, may 14, 20194h 10m
I've always asked what there was to live for after I died. My answer was to exist, to try to reach the unfathomable glory of the god whose dark, dripping smile loomed over us. Every waking moment in a life with no rest was filled with prayer- a prayer for something to make me human again.
And then you gave her to me.
You gave her to us.
And I don't think we could let her go if we tried.
-An empathetic attempt to comprehend and console Sammy Lawrence and other residents of the studio.
(This is the eighth and last book in the Hymns of Struggle series. The mature rating is for language, some violence, and heavy existential dread. The cover art is by Startistdoodles on Tumblr.)
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