Laston Kirkland–Untitled


Sleet pinging against dark glass behind him, wind whipped leaves stampeding past his feet on the unlit path, an eerie howl screaming through the treetops; he knew he had trespassed against all reason and common sense, yet he walked further, bent against the storm, forward to meet his nightmare face-to-face.

He was going to have to go through the town of Gotham if he wanted to make it to lodging before the storm hit.  Damn fools. And they would expect him to save Continue reading

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