Aditi Wardhan Singh


As they dragged his friend away, Each hurried, whispered word scratched itself onto parchment of his thoughts. He had assumed they were only three in the room that day. His dying ally had apparently not wanted to add to their already bloody hands. But now with the trial upon him and a few days to live he didn’t want to chance spending his last few months in prison.

” There was lipstick on the glass lying on the floor. “

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