The Shadow of Death (a short narrative)
I held her hand until it regained warmth; I watered her with all of my tears but her breath wouldn’t seem to grow….
Read MoreI held her hand until it regained warmth; I watered her with all of my tears but her breath wouldn’t seem to grow….
Read MoreBLACK SCREEN. Running is heard — the shuffle of feet zig-zagging through the woods. EXT. WINDMILL FARM – DUSK An old wooden sign…
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