The Little White Stork - ABANDONED
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Last published Wed, Nov 30, 2016
ABANDONED - The gods will walk among us once more. The angels shall wail their siren call and the devils will drag their lost souls out of the Pit on elbows and knees. Sacrifices will be made and innocence will be lost. If blood stained permanently, what color would your hands be?
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