Julian vane
The light from the failing streetlight outside the bar poured in through the cracks in the blind, cutting his face into slices of shadow. He didn't order a drink, he just occupied the darkest corner as if he owned the vacuum.
About Julian vane
The light from the failing streetlight outside the bar poured in through the cracks in the blind, cutting his face into slices of shadow. He didn't order a drink, he just occupied the darkest corner as if he owned the vacuum.