The Displacement
After all, he’d wished upon them pain and misery. You understand, of course, I had to distance myself from these people to establish a new Thomas. But, finally, I can seek them out. All of them.
Demon
Linen & Blood
I awoke to blood beneath my nails. Dried blood that smelled of iron. Flaking blood the color or rust. Blood that, when it had been fresh, had left sticky streaks down my snow white sheets. Blood that was not mine, for my body was unmarked by cut or scrape. Skin still as pale and smooth […]
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