The Gargoyle Princess by SJ Cramer: Week Two

Cursed Afra opened her eyes and winced feeling the tightness in her back and the stiffness in her neck. She sat up shivering, her clothes damp; her cloak offering no warmth. The smell of the young man’s blood forever woven into its fiber. How long have I been asleep? she thought. The sun had set...

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