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I Am Made of Death, by Kelly Andrew

Thomas looked down. Inside the shoebox sat two glassy white orbs trailing woven filaments. His stomach pitted at the sight. Not because they were eyes, plucked clean, but because they were his.

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kaz ruby 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅’s Kindle Notes & Highlights I Am Made of Death, by Kelly Andrew

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I Am Made of Death, by Kelly Andrew