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Sirus Radio
My dark shadow wore a scarf to keep it from the cold. Its
fingers were long and lean like feathers from a murder of
crows. As my demon uncorked the laudanum before my death
on the moors. Scratching my caul on the Sirus Radio before
the commercials changed to rolling the dice.
fingers were long and lean like feathers from a murder of
crows. As my demon uncorked the laudanum before my death
on the moors. Scratching my caul on the Sirus Radio before
the commercials changed to rolling the dice.
Published 12th May 2022
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