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... an, there was no escape for it.”
As the song echoed throughout the room quietly, Kail used his bandaged hand to draw. He had been harming himself, and both of his hands were covered in wounds.
“The wolf ate the small sheep.”
The song continued to fill the room gently. A beautiful husky voice was singing.
It was Kail.
As he sang, he continued to draw something intently. Bach’s Harpsichord was playing and on the white floor, various oil paintings w ...
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