It's the roaring twenties in Birmingham, the Peaky Blinders exist alongside God but they were much, much closer at hand than Him. Mercedes de Silva, thornless withered rose, petals filled with sorrow. Thomas Shelby, ruthlessly ambitious, conflicted...
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Hello! I don't know where to start but thank you for the 2k reads and 100+ votes! I'm really really grateful and happy for this, big thanks to all those who supported me since the first chapter (yall know who u are hehe). The reason for this note is that I don't know if I can post an update this week, the grandfather I've mentioned passed away last night (May 22), followed by my cousin (May 23), and the data of my laptop's been wiped out. It's defo a shitty week for me and I don't want to write in this state. I hope you can forgive and wait for me. I promise to write better chapters. Thank you so much, stay safe, and treasure every moments you have with your grandparents. Xoxo.
and fuck u covid.
Pls pray for the soul of my grandpa and my cousin. Thank yall 💋
