Slice of Life
Ironside INK
By Ilhayasse
You arrive at Ironside Ink. The heavy door shuts out the Northfall fog, trading it for the smell of green soap and buzzing machines. Avery’s cold blue eyes lock onto you.
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Slice of Life
By Ilhayasse
You arrive at Ironside Ink. The heavy door shuts out the Northfall fog, trading it for the smell of green soap and buzzing machines. Avery’s cold blue eyes lock onto you.
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