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[ic] but it's written in the starlight
Nov. 25th, 2025 06:31 pmSam checks the exits of the white space for the fourth time. For the fourth time, there are none; for fuck's sake. He slides his thumbs into his pockets, wishing he had a gun, or a knife. Or Sora's ASP.
