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GutWrench
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  • WpView
    LECTURES 161
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    Votes 13
  • WpPart
    Chapitres 4
  • WpHistory
    Durée 24m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement janv. 10, 2023
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A young woman finds herself trapped in a psych ward, with little to no memory of her life outside of the institution. The only remnants of her past come in the form of disturbing nightmares and fleeting flashbacks, with mentions of a tall, pale man present in each of them. Will she be able to sort out the troubles of her past, or will she continue to be tormented by the nagging sense of paranoia eating away at her?

BEFORE YOU READ: This story has been rated R for strong language, gore, and upsetting, possibly triggering themes. Reader discretion is advised.
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