Crystal's Grip

Life before the ice was a distant memory. Now, every waking breath is consumed by the urge. My world has vanished to the size of my next dose. I'm trapped in a vortex of lies and schemes, desperately trying to satisfy the beast inside. Friends become shadows, family fades into the noise. There's no
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