It seemed to go on forever; the trees, all dead, long dead. Dead for as long as the cold had been. They rocked back and forth as the snow came down, creaking occasionally. It was the only sound in the world beside the whipping wind and the crunch of Terra’s […]
Martin Quinn was an unexceptional man. He was grateful for his life and his family and he knew he had no reason to complain. But deep down in his subconscious, he always yearned for something more. He did not like his nose, the way it jutted out from his face
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