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Cauterizing the Worn-out Pains - Huda Ablan
JOD
Get it by 5 Aug | Order in 3 Hours 39 Minutes
Today, the picture is dark, devoid of light... Thirsty, with no water in the rose's strands, no blood in the veins of the eternal stance. It all dissolved in the salt of time, and the house that birthed the howl of the stairs crumbled... Sinking its fangs into the festive garment, letting the blood of the mother pour out—the one who cloaked us in all this love and made us forget the searing of our worn-out pains...