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Robert W. McAfee

A siren's call

A Siren’s Call

She often wore red โ€• the color of blood, love, and lust. She was often quiet, though when she was on stage, she would come alive, her voice a soft echo that carried out through An Angel’s Heart, a bar in the middle of nowhere. Nobody came here, though I

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