Stew

The front door swings open slowly, her heels clicking against the tile as she steps inside. I face her and the smile on her face turns my blood cold. Behind her head the dark night sky is suddenly lit up by a crack of lightning, casting a shadow across her face so that—for just a […]
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Published on September 09, 2020 05:00
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