Azra's father burst into the room, his face going pale. The teddy was torn apart, its stuffing soaked in blood, bird feathers scattered around.
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21 | It's a Child
Azra's father burst into the room, his face going pale. The teddy was torn apart, its stuffing soaked in blood, bird feathers scattered around.
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