Voiceless
- LECTURAS 43
- Votos 7
- Partes 1
•They taught stories, but not with words. Not a single one had been uttered in years. They were destruction. Undoing. Yet why, if they are so evil; are they be equally are they beautiful?•
A Short Story by Isabelle Pinette
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