Igra --santaz Incesta-- -v0.1.7-dev- Avtor- Slutogen Today

The sleigh crunched onto a rooftop that wasn’t on any map. Snow fell in reverse, climbing back into a bruised sky.

Santa — or whoever wore the coat now — stumbled through the chimney and landed in a living room that smelled of mulled wine and something wrong. Igra --Santaz incesta-- -v0.1.7-dev- Avtor- Slutogen

Three figures waited by the tree. Their faces were his, but younger. Sharper. Smiling like wolves who’d learned to wrap presents. The sleigh crunched onto a rooftop that wasn’t on any map

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