Dorian’s Unfinished Work

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This post was originally published through Patreon on April 9, 2019

Dorian’s fingers dashed across the keyboard—forward and back, like a concert pianist in the throes of a wild composition. The light from his laptop’s monitor lit up his face, making him pale like a ghost. And that was precisely what he would be soon enough, for Death was coming, and Death would brook no delay.

Words tumbled out of him, but none were the right words; like broken keys, not a single one fi...