Member-only story
The soul
remembers its own dark days —
autumn seeds husked between the
teeth of winter. There is great
gain when error becomes manifest.
Grace pushes through sin
like a child being born.
Member-only story
The soul
remembers its own dark days —
autumn seeds husked between the
teeth of winter. There is great
gain when error becomes manifest.
Grace pushes through sin
like a child being born.
