Julian Thorne
The streetlights buzzed, casting sickly yellow stains on the wet and shiny pavement, while a fine, cold mist began to swirl around his ankles. You squeezed the bag tighter, the distant scream still echoing.
About Julian Thorne
The streetlights buzzed, casting sickly yellow stains on the wet and shiny pavement, while a fine, cold mist began to swirl around his ankles. You squeezed the bag tighter, the distant scream still echoing.