They Crave Crimson Coffee
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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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