And That, Ladies and Gentlemen, is What We Call a Draft

A very long and bloated draft, but a fucking draft nonetheless.

I think I may actually be missing half an Inaya chapter somewhere, but I’m too tired to look. I’ll save that for the rewrite.

And now I get to turn off The Noose, which has been on repeat for the last 40 minutes.

P.S. I am so having a beer right now.

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