Red ran down the swords, dripping across the stones. A black cloak wrapped around us like a blanket made of bones. Screams burned in the distance as our souls melted in the fire with them. A bitter taste hit our tongues, like poison sucking the air from our lungs. Grey buried the world. Each step … Continue reading Reapers →

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