Chapter 13

L.T. Marshall 1.9k words

hours ago. The food tray some random Santo dumped in here for me untouched, as I’ve literally no appetite, and I’m lying on the bed staring at the endless white ceiling of a room that probably cost more to decorate than they spent on the orphanage the whole time I...

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