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Chapter Eight: Crow at the Window

Author: Kim castro
last update publish date: 2026-03-30 14:41:23

It arrived on a Thursday morning while I was doing nothing more significant than staring at a wall.

I had been in the east block room for six days by then, relocated, stripped of training privileges, quietly erased from the functioning life of the pack the way you erase a word from a page, not torn out, just gone over so many times it stops being legible. I had developed a routine out of pure necessity because routine was the only thing standing between me and the specific kind of unraveling th
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