THE FIRST SIN

THYME'S POV (Age 18)

The van smelled like rust and old sweat. Every lurch and turn slammed me against the metal wall, the cuffs on my wrists biting into the bone. My head throbbed, a dull drumbeat against my skull. Through the barred slit of a window, Bangkok was a smear of colour and light, a ...

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