Extract from Dead Man’s Hand
October 13th, 2000 • Posted in Extracts |
Death rode out of the desert on a pale horse. He came on the fifth day of the rains, and although his mount was caked in mud and his clothes were sodden, I could still smell the sweet stench of death. It takes more than water to wash all that away. Read the rest of this entry »
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