http://slow.writerscafe.org/SinsNotTragedies The original writings of author Sins en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776038672 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Kailyn Jayn Shalle The whole confusing fiasco made no sense at all in Kailyn's mind. At least the night before when the demons were chasing her, she knew only to run despite not knowing what was going on, but what could she do now? She was at an utter loss. Axel had stood protectively in front of h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SinsNotTragedies/1795754/ Nathaniel Erit Jackson Nathaniel paused in his step, Lucina's words causing him to stop and think for a moment. "This place wouldn't exist, huh?" he murmured under his breath. The idea made him a little sad. Except for his memories of the past, Purgatory was really the only place he actually knew. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SinsNotTragedies/1795746/ Kailyn Jayn Shalle The entire school was much bigger than she had originally thought it was. 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