Fanciful lust
It wasn’t the reek of decay that aroused him — death and pestilence had been his companions and friendsever since he crossed those bridges at dusk;the night of necrosis had seemed eternal but […]
It wasn’t the reek of decay that aroused him — death and pestilence had been his companions and friendsever since he crossed those bridges at dusk;the night of necrosis had seemed eternal but […]
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