Catalyst XII
I stepped into a puddle. The cracks in the worn leather allowed moisture to seep in subtly – just enough to get my sock uncomfortably wet and make me wish […]
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The Catalyst: Part VI
The Prelude to First Blood Why didn’t I just turn on the lights? When I was a child, my father might send me to the basement. Perhaps to retrieve an […]
Rhyme Written In Red 