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Note: this story was written with a very different Donor House in mind, but has been revised.
When Lacey had arrived at the donor house she hadn’t been sure what to expect. There was a huge difference between walking past the donor house, which had once been a hotel, and actually going inside. Once she was inside she found that it wasn’t any different to any of the other hotels she had been in. She didn’t have much chance to look around because she was taken straight up to her room so she could settle in. Her first night was spent unpacking in an attempt to make herself feel more comfortable. It didn’t work. At sunrise she closed the heavy curtains.
( Read the rest of this entry » )Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.
