The Hell Hole | The Fog
Posted 1:53pm Sunday 23rd July 2017
He clung to the cold roofing iron and surveyed the land around him. It was clear but for the fog. He couldn’t see any movement among the old, tall buildings that sat, half-crumbled and smoking, and where he’d once been a student. His arms ached. He’d been up here all night. He Read more...
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Jon Anderson
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