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... red the storm, twisting and spiralling in uncanny tandem.
This man might have a thing for symmetry, favour psychological horror, or perhaps have a cryptic motive. Or, when in doubt, picked D: all of the above.
Wrong, flawed things made everything in Astra’s head sit right. Leaves browned by pests. Petals bitten by insects.
She’d once stayed up late reading about organic pest control for her plants, only to feel genuine guilt when the ladybirds died off without aphids to s ...
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