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Today is my 18th birthday and every Darling woman that has come before me has disappeared on this day. Some are gone a day, others a week or a month. But they always return broken, with varying degrees of sanity intact.
It’s all fun and games until they notice your fault lines, until they pry them open and peer inside.
“Because in this world, and in yours, if you’re not the monster, then you’re the prey.
“Even the mighty oak believes she is strong until a man comes along with an ax to chop her down.”
