Bad Apple
$25.00
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Her hand trembles as she grips the apple, its crimson skin slick like blood, warm with something older than life. The serpent slithers up her arm like a living shadow, hissing truths too heavy for innocence to bear. Its voice curls around her soul, ancient and venomous: “You will not surely die…” GENESIS 3:1–5 becomes a spell cast in darkness B_U_R_N Limited to 50 25 + The Ride Limit 2 Per Customer Hooked Back
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