Beneath Tawen Skin
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Last published Wed, Jun 25, 2025
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Lansina just wanted a quiet life - parcels, not prophecies. But a delivery to Ward 9 changes everything.
She sees a creature that moves only when watched, wearing faces it shouldn't know - including hers.
"Did you have to gassed her?!"
"Sit tight newbie"
"Is it my fault she had to butt in?"
"Ah.."
"Now I understand why you knocked her unconscious."
What is going on with my life?!
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