The broken remains #writephoto
Em moved her eyes around the bare room, her face impassive, her hands clenched tightly. Barest flicker of anger flashed on her face as she spotted the exotic feather on the floor. She picked up the offending item from the floor, fury radiating from her stone cold face. Everything was so different now, she remarked … Continue reading The broken remains #writephoto
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