April Hall
Joined June 2021
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The Lonely Heart
House. That’s what this pile of rubble used to be. Annabelle could tell by the squared edges and rigid lines that marked the ground. At least, that was what her mother told her when she last saw this type of mess. Her mother was gone now. Annabelle started digging through the rubble, looking for useful trinkets. If she was right, the remains of this house might have a treasure trove of supplies she could use.
By April Hall3 years ago in Fiction