Sta.sh
Panic is rampant. An ordered panic as, one by the one, the Shrins are packed and locked. children sccream, writhe, cry, fight.
There is no hope, only endurance in the fight against Him.
But....
There is one form of quiet in the doom.
One space of peace in the revolt.
Where a girl stares at the wall
...And sighs....
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