Nerie Dawn
Joined December 2020
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SMOLDER
The odor in the air was distinct. Sweet, almost cloying, with undertones of decay, burnt hair and flesh, and gasoline. Kelsie leaned over cautiously, stretching her hand over the smoldering pile behind a large rock, and felt the heat rising, cradling her palm.
By Nerie Dawn3 years ago in Criminal