Briar went back to the laundry room and lay on a blunt wooden bed. Her greed was curled up into a ball. The bed was harder than the horse shed. She didn’t sleep well last night. Now she feels the warmth in bed. It is so happy.
I don’t know how long I have slept, I heard a scream, and someone pushed the door in.
Briar’s mind is dim and wants to open his eyes and feel powerless.
The person stood for a while and looked down at her.
Briar’s moment is a spurt, and sleepiness is all scared away. In this way, only the ghost king.
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