
by Precise Procrastination
In a warped and twisting edifice who's cold coarse stone scrapes against the heavens, an apt reflection of its malicious master, a young girl is taught the magical art of Flow. Torn away from the potential of a peaceful life, the desire for a better future does not follow so easily into the abyss. Nor are all spirits so simple to break, as she will show.
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