WnW 11.1 – Greet Death
The Hermit’s hand was rough to the touch, skin somehow scoured by the absence of human physical connection, as if he had spent his life only knowing the unrelenting nature of objects hard and mechanical. At the moment of contact, the world went black. I saw nothing, felt nothing but the hand, and then even […]
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