The Blood Stone

Umpteenth day of whatever and the wind surging too fast, my hair pulling me back into the void. Snow stacking endlessly. There's no such place I can go for help tonight.

Maybe there's no such thing as word help. Probably I'm the only person left alive and I have to adapt to this world full of freaking snow. Oh my god! Here we go again...

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This story IS NOT MINE, credits to my cousin who is the original author of this story

Language: ENGLISH