#vvs365 #ally

My life shattered around me. The jagged pieces dug into my flesh as I lay on despair.


A hand reaches out to me.


"I am an #ally of the broken." He says, smiling. "Like you, I was blessed with ruin and freedom. Come."


He has the hands of a potter: soft, gentle, strong.

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