17″Breathe young one, he whispers, his voice a low rumble against the roar of the storm. His grip is firm, unyielding, as he pulls you from the clutches of the abyss, a silent promise that you are safe in his hands.
17″Breathe young one, he whispers, his voice a low rumble against the roar of the storm. His grip is firm, unyielding, as he pulls you from the clutches of the abyss, a silent promise that you are safe in his hands.
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