I remember writing “Death”. It was weeks ago! Now I see it’s published. I still, unfortuneately think about David. Just recently, I had somebody take me to the 7-11 to buy eggs.
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The Specter’s Daughter
Here, from whence the victim of Lirio pranced hours before, lie dead on the sepulcher. Wan was he, not twitched nor stirred he, in his death did he remain lifeless. Crouched upon a broken tomb, Lirio had remained. Watching, smelling the air to be certain her prey was deceased.