Sung Home: Chapter Eighteen. {fiction}
I felt like Alice walking through the looking glass, or more likely, down a really big rabbit hole. Or into a hobbit home.
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Sung Home: Chapter Seventeen. {fiction}
My stomach clenched at the thought of yet another dead body lying in yet another home. Shaking off my remaining trepidation, I finally stood, slowly.