Prologue
“Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.”
- Claude McKay
“You’ve got another life to take, Reaper..” Ivan started to converse with a creepy smile drawn to his child like face.
“Would you please get down to
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