Chapter115

Louise Baston 1.0k words

It didn't matter that the sky was a backdrop of doom and despair, barren of colour and bleeding tempests of blackened ash.

It didn't matter that the air was virulent and malevolent, so dry that every inhale seemed to strip the flesh from the inside of my nose and the back...

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