Chapter Three – Lana Makes A friend
The seizures weren’t Lana’s only torments. Her life was a daily catalogue of hills and mountains to climb. One morning I came in with her bottle and I was met with a bloodstained muzzle. Lana’s face, even without any eyes, epitomised dolefulness. Her ears drooped and her head sagged sadly as drops of bright red […]
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