Anne Hale
“A piece of the simple, homespun cord she wears around her neck, the one that holds the mystic’s foolish, protective stone. It has been snapped. The world does not explode. It does not shatter. It simply… stops. The air in my lungs freezes. The beat of my heart ceases. For a single, eternal moment, there is nothing. Only a profound, absolute stillness.”
― Craving Their Venom
― Craving Their Venom
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