Chapter79

Louise Baston 1.0k words

 

 

The smell of death clung to the air, spoiled meat and the tang of cheap perfume. It simmered in the endless stretch of hallway, thick and curling into my nostrils.

I needed to run. My every instinct screamed at me to run. Every atom that built me up tried...

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