There was the smell of fried wires and greasewood; the sound of tempered glass shattering, the echo of it like bar chimes.
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There was the smell of fried wires and greasewood; the sound of tempered glass shattering, the echo of it like bar chimes.
Continue reading “It Was Like You Saw the Devil in Something and Just Kept Going by Rory Hughes”
