Ross Jeffery

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A tall man, gaunt, and deathly pale, chalky hair draped unflatteringly over his skeletal visage, loose pockets of flesh drooping from his wiry frame. The man’s skin was so white it was like looking into a milk bottle, and Darren could have sworn he could see the veins running through the man’s naked body like tapeworms.
The Forgotten Island
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