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shallowed
into a long, wide glade of patchy dust and grass. Trees clustered like wounds,
masses of rock kept the low, burning sunlight at bay. The g..
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When she
woke, many hours had passed, but it was impossible to tell how many. She was looking out on the window, half open. The
ink-blotch shadows f..
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‘And as if we did almost
forget about my little…’ It was Kroll. She slammed in with a frosty smile,
reeling in a neck too long fo..
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Two things were running
through Felicity’s mind as the word, cold and vacant, addressed her ear. These
were those things: who and ow. Ow, as h..
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Felicity Jane Dahmer is under the care of Madam Kroll, and she is losing her limbs in The Forge. Who is Madam Kroll? Who walks the hallways at nightfa..
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