"Someone asked me to describe home, and I almost said your name. But, I stayed quiet instead. People expect you to say a damn place, but I felt more at home in your two arms than in my own house."
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Ivory Lies and Obsidian Truth
In a city ruled by gods and gilded lies, obedience is sacred.
The trials are cruel. The king is worse.
And an...