THE SUNLIT AND THE STAINED

PARALLEL WORLD THYME’S POV:

I plunged into the alley, and the world went sour. The air grew thick, heavy, tasting of rot and old, stagnant rage. It wasn't just one negative aura anymore; it was a cacophony. A thousand silent screams clawed at the edges of my perception, a chorus of misery and m...

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