Abandoned Souls

It was late. And dark. Very dark. The wind howled, viciously tearing leaves off desperate branches.. He clambered onto the creaky chair and pressed his nose against the foggy window pane, his pale hands gripping the wet glass, tracing the drops as they streamed down, reflecting the salty tears trickling from his own haunted eyes. […]


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