DILEMMA OF A GHOST

It was true, the whispers I heard from the royal dead? Was such our fate and tale to tell—to be lost, faded, and refurbished by the hand of death, sutured to be torn again like the garments of the peasant’s closet? If by one man’s stomach a generation will trust a tomb with their peaceContinue reading “DILEMMA OF A GHOST”

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