Move along, just a writing info dump


hob an lam stuff:

words for the day: 3893 words (hopefully that makes up a bit for the patheticness of yesterday)

total count: 35 600

bit I liked: IsidroWray comes to me, kneels down and makes me look at him. ~Are you telling the truth, little wray?~

No answer, because they do not want to listen. I saw mama’s face crumble, I saw her drying up like a twist of burnt paper, taking my death deep into her. They do not want to hear this.

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