The Escape
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Last published Thu, Jul 2, 2026
The book I've sold my soul to writing the past year and a half 🙃
(Trigger warnings for mistreatment, abuse, homophobia, transphobia, and just all around abuse of power)
I hope you enjoy! <3
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