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Last published Sat, Oct 4, 2025
Soft & Hopeful (for Readers Who Like Redemption Stories)
After seven years apart, Wesly never expected to see his sisters again.
But one lie, one rain-soaked night, and one tattoo session later-everything changes.
Blood & Ink is a story about broken families, second chances, and the healing power of art. Because sometimes, the only way to face the past... is to wear it.
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