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For shagneto - Disillusionment!Verse dry run
It was the dead of night, and Jean was huddled in the corner of her cell, her knees pulled tight to her chest. She'd scrambled off the bed hours ago, when her mind cleared enough that she could hear her own thoughts around the barrage of noise that typically filled her head. The frantic beating of her heart filled her ears, and Jean did her best to ( Read more... )
