Untameable: Enlightened Child Saga
A slow-acting poison, seeping into my veins, and I had no antidote.
I tried to occupy myself, wandering to the living room shelf. There was no TV, just a cold, unlit hearth, so I pulled out a book. The words were just ink on paper, swimming before my eyes, their shapes and meanings lost. I even tried the extra lycan novel, but the printed passion felt like a cheap imitation. A pale, lifeless sketch compared to the terrifying, beautiful reality I was now living. I slumped into an armchair, and the rhythmic tick-tock of a grandfather clock in the corner became a maddening countdown.
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