humanity, the supreme religion.
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Complete, First published Apr 20, 2022
"war isn't hell. hell is hell. and of the two, war is a lot worse."

a man is stuck in a room with a pregnant lady and her dead husband's visible legs.


*wrote this for a short story writing competition in college. late submission so idk if it would be applicable:/ based on a dream i had 
*lowercase intended
*cover: the8 of seventeen
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