“Her aimless wandering through the sprawling network of trenches is interrupted by a sound, a new sound.
The call of a whistle.
It stabs through the gunfire, through even the heartbeat.
And all hell breaks loose.”
ViviAnne
IRON SUNSET, CHAPTER 1
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Back on its bullshit again. Be prepared for lots of princess suffering. It's literally good for them. :)
