Posted Wed at 11:48 PM by Apollyon
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It was a dark and stormy night...Rain lashed against the library's tall, arched windows, each drop a tiny, frantic drumbeat against the ancient glass. Inside, the storm was a distant murmur, swallowed by the cathe Read More...
That's an interesting preference you have. Could you imagine accompanying a woman on her way to be slaughtered?