Chapter168

Louise Baston 1.2k words

 

Puddles splashed beneath my feet. My head was bowed against the worst of the downpour. I cleared the road in a series of easy strides. The door was a dingy, wooden thing. It was painted red, but the paint had peeled away in most areas. It set off a...

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