Requiem Shard

To get to where he's going, a man's gotta become an awful lot on the road to get there. I remember Hannah's face, the warmth of her smile always gave some semblance of peace to an otherwise bone chilling day. Each night we pulled close together, the rest of the men in the caravan were gentlemen and ...

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