You can read the first part of my story here. "Are you sure you can't fix my ribs?",said Ignyor. "Maybe I could with magic when I was alive. I am a sorcerer not a doctor," Soxsmill scoffed. " I see. I had this illness," the guardian continued frowning. "I can't remember the name. "But the… Continue reading The Curious Case of the Heinous Cellotape #2
Queervisitor 