These Hungry Dogs
❝ our blood is holy and our skin is made from silver. ❞
Leon Kiesinger dreamed of the forest sprung lies from its roots. His dreams only meant one thing, they were creatures that spins memories from children into deathless hounds, slipping into their tendencies to perfect voices and haunt those who wrongs them. But there were two things that the war had kept from them; becoming a devil was one thing and stealing the forest was another.
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