by great_sloth
A whim of fate—or the will of god? Under the blue moon an estranged soul awakened in a wretched body. Strange sights, uncomfortable smells, and hushed voices assaulted his senses, each one is a cruel reminder that the life of comfort was gone. He had no choice but to hope that his unceasing steps would lead him to a brighter place. ••• Updates every Monday or Thursday, or maybe more if I am in a good mood. Posting on both Scribblehub and Royal Road.
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