Morgana huffed as she seated her sweat-sheened body upon the couch. The nondescript piece of furniture groaned and squeaked ominously as her hefty form rested upon it, but ultimately held together.
Secretly, Morgana hoped that it might one day break beneath her.
As of late, the Veiled Lady ha
Weight of the Fallen
By: Smoge16
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