She walks along Main Street, and shouts, but nobody answers, all avoid her gaze. What is the shame hidden within the townsfolk? Lost Voice She slithered down the filthy hill, scattering crushed cans and discarded ribs. She had lost her patience at last, the adrenaline of youth propelling her downwards. She had just woken up and stretched her ebony limbs. ...
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