Dec 03. 2025
I am a story, but not of fiction. I speak of presence, through contradiction. I shield the guilty, though I am not a lie, but finding my holes requires a keen eye. What am I?
Dec 03. 2025
I am a story, but not of fiction. I speak of presence, through contradiction. I shield the guilty, though I am not a lie, but finding my holes requires a keen eye. What am I?