exercises continue... finally.

[vmurther]

Pushing through a crowd of sudden emotion, Isabella pressed a finger into the corrugated neck, and found no sign of life, however feeble. As she stood, senses still razor-sharp from the struggle, she noted a brick chapel nearby, where a woman was wiping blood from a messiah’s brow as he dragged his own epitaph down a jeering street. Several stacks

Comments

[gaaneden]

Excellent as always. I will need to reread this again soon.

[akonken]

I'm so glad you're back.