They Crave Crimson Coffee
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  • Reads 27
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 1
  • Time 22m
Complete, First published Feb 28, 2020
Sin has a bitter aftertaste. It's a thick boiling drink. Is there a point in saving those who gulp it?


~A short story about speaking out against unhealthy norms~


~Warning contains: multiple depictions of blood and foul language

~Cover picture was edited by me but the original image is not my own
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