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Timepiece [ON HOLD]
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❝Blood spills from the bullet hole her shoulder, iconic as the sound of gunfire around us. I pull my trigger on her brain the moment she begs for the torture to end.❞
Time itself pries her from her home. She can either embrace it in the name of an entire era or turn on it in the name of a single girl.
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