Every writer, at some point, does something really, really wrong to a character or muse. It's part of the job. No matter how much we love them, the story must go on. This is the place to apologize. In public. To people who understand your pain. Come on in... sack cloth and ashes are on the right, horsehair shirts and rose whips on the left. All apologies are accepted.
They have a sister community reparations "for people who drag their characters facedown and naked through the seventh circle of Hell and then try to find some way to make it up to them."
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