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A Broken Wing
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In corso, pubblicata il lug 28, 2022
Per adulti
Drip. Drip. Drip. 
So much red surrounds us, all from me.
This is final, this is what I've been waiting for all along. I stare into his face, that wretched face that has haunted me for countless years. The monster that I've been running from. And instead of what I've done all the other countless times, cowering, begging for mercy. I laughed. I laughed in his face and it felt so good to do so, because my blood is the taste of his defeat, not mine.
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