A Few Paltry Droplets…Drip 12

Her favorite daydream was one of children arranging secret clans in the streets while their parents slept, sick and dying townsfolk at every corner and only one way to save them. Only the children knew, and each night they’d crowd in the Square to receive the healing rays of the moon while they awaited the deaths of those too arrogant to listen to their pleas.

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