“The Devil’s pocket watch had no hands.” Parson Dubois whispers to the pale breeze. His eyes look for the passage of time or life…Or anything. His wooden bench testament of a barn no longer in use. Much like the rest of the dozen buildings long abandoned that make up Destiny. His world of three dusty … Continue reading Passing Time
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