What Kind of Choir?
May 13, 2008
[place weekly bitch about not writing here]
The [something interesting] Choir stared after the body on the floor—willing it to take a breath. Jackern ignored them all—the body and the Choir. He grasped two daggers, one in each hand, butt to butt, one up one down in a neutral but ready stance. He [...]
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