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Week 6: Saturday Early Morning.
Type: Text to Rebekah
- I can't run from it. You would think after two millenia and thousands of deaths, they wouldn't find me.
- And yet.
- He said I was his and his blood... I remember that taste now.
Type: Text to Rebekah
- I can't run from it. You would think after two millenia and thousands of deaths, they wouldn't find me.
- And yet.
- He said I was his and his blood... I remember that taste now.