A rat runs along an iron railing, leaping each spike like an acrobat. "For the Scuttering Company!" he shrills, and fires his miniature pistol. A raven drops dead. The rat is gone.
ALL SHALL BE WELL
- She/her
Horny blog of a tranny on the internet, how original! I'm 19.
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