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I’m done sulking now.
Every installment of the Festivities of Morkwood.
A wrap up of everything I read in 2020, and my reading plans for 2021.
No more Christmas.
My anger is returning.
The thought of waking him terrified me.
I’m going to die in here.
You can’t murder the shtriga.
I don’t know where I am.
I don’t deserve to be free.
