by Gary Ferrill Flesh was torn. Limbs flayed open. His eyes, a glassy haze. Massive oak limbs held him firmly in their embrace. The Moon an iniquitous orb, its light casting long shadows that seemed to move among the trees, watching. She stood admiring her cadaver artwork. The blood spilling forth only moments before, […]
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