Gangrene
I dressed my wounds with dirty linen — a faked grin (crimson painted) masks a bleeding heart. Can you sense the scent of gangrene yet? A second offering for Mish […]
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The roads ahead
Gangrene and lost limbs were their price to fame, but they had done what none would do again. Maurice sighed, leaning back in the train sofa. He knew what was […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 