Laura Coventry

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I can’t fucking sleep. My mind feels alien. My skin itches, and I feel like a stranger in my own body. The trembles kill me, and delusions plague my every waking moment. Voices taunt me, shadows chase me and I’m losing my mind more and more each day. I offer a simple nod. “Fine.”
Twisted Heathens (Blackwood Institute, #1)
by J. Rose
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