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Dorian’s hand closed on the handle. Continue reading ›
Dorian’s hand closed on the handle. Continue reading ›
The engine hummed.
The stone stayed cold against my bare knees.
The wind screamed off Lake Michigan.
The salt wind whipped against the gray pilings.
Broken glass on stone.
Julian stepped onto the stage.
The horse shifted under the lights.
Broken crystal on marble.
Adrian stopped smiling.