One Đαяж jour in the Middle of the Night
-------------Chapter I-------------
Dark skies. The darkest.
Choking blood.
Wet eyes, those were my dad’s.
That’s the last thing I
remember...
вєп’s eyes slowly opened. They didn’t look around, they didn’t even adjust to the dim light. He could barely see out of one anyway. It’s all he could do to déplacer it. So he didn’t.
He...
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