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The fire, negative orange in the black desert night, burns its spite, a promise. Freedom from constraint, it whispers. Freedom from these people. And a paradise of hatred.
By Cameron Hodge4.1
88 ratings
The fire, negative orange in the black desert night, burns its spite, a promise. Freedom from constraint, it whispers. Freedom from these people. And a paradise of hatred.