Some scars heal. Others become a claim.
Marks of the Flesh is not a collection of love stories; it is an autopsy of obsession. It peels back the skin of civilized society to reveal the pulsing, ugly hunger underneath. In this world, the line between a lover and a predator does not exist, and "forever" is not a promise—it is a sentence.
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