Golden Age: First Chapters - Feng37

By John Kennedy, published

All the needles in the brigade clinic were worn down and bent crooked, and they tended to take chunks of my skin with them. Eventually my back came to look like I’d been caught in some crossfire; the scars still haven’t faded since.


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