
“Erit’s head is spherical. Her shoulders are thin, almost anorexic. Her skin is like the leaves of an ancient scroll, her eyes are like that of a mannequin.” THE girl smiles. Not surprising, really. There seems to be something about the scent of forest and fire and a hint of lime, and the image […]
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