My skin burns. Not the good kind of burn but the kind of burn that never subsides, never easily soothed. But I push on. No other choice. I've been here before, Father's stains are barely visible now, barely sting. But Mother's...well, that's another story. Three long months now. Murder burns deep.
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Septimus Brown
Your stains are barely visible now.
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