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Chapter 1 RULES ARE MEANT TO BURN

Word Count: 1735    |    Released on: 06/07/2025

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ind me,"

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where I buried

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the air like

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her space, sl

your mother, and yo

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d her jaw, soft

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ched. Her puls

close. Break you. Bri

against the wall, my

wouldn't surviv

wrists, caging her there, not rough

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when you let

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one who st

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me to

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them

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not the target. You a

spun. The blood

does that mea

ice tr

, Silas. They were usin

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