On enemies and patriots

The disciple smeared his forehead with the required materials. Fine dust settled on his eyelashes which he expertly tapped out with one finger (the middle one, I think). He lived in an apartment in a busy area. Looking out of his window, he could see the long queue stretching out already outside the ATM. He... Continue Reading →

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