Cyrah rested against the vertical bars of her individual cell with her head tilted back, gaze transfixed on the ceiling somewhere up in the pitch darkness. Every breath was shallow, evading the stench surrounding her. She closed her eyes and considered her situation. Home burned to the ground, chased out of her home for decliningContinue reading “Chapter 6 – A Life Sentence”
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Kilena Shrelack 