17. Hunger Wears Many Faces.

~Esmarie Seraphine Vale~

The fear was practically tangible. I could spread it on a piece of bread and taste it on my tongue.

Ciro didn’t flinch at the tension in the room, almost like he was used to it.  He strode through,  dragging me behind him, as though their terror were the most natural t...

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