Hiraeth
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- Parti 12
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Ultima pubblicazione mer, gen 25, 2023
This is the hardest winter I can remember, without a doubt. The water is ice-cold, so cold it feels like knives against my skin. Every time I close my eyes I immerse myself in the same reality, the only thing I see is a strange girl sleeping that stalks me and burns my retinas.
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