Da_Gut on Nostr: “Who are you?” I ask the darkness, unable to keep the tremor from my voice. “A ...
“Who are you?” I ask the darkness, unable to keep the tremor from my voice.
“A friend.”
It’s a man’s voice, muffled and deep.
“Friends don’t lurk in the gloom,” I say.
“I didn’t say I was your friend, Mr. Davies.”
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Turton, Stuart. The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle (p. 73). Sourcebooks. Kindle Edition.
“A friend.”
It’s a man’s voice, muffled and deep.
“Friends don’t lurk in the gloom,” I say.
“I didn’t say I was your friend, Mr. Davies.”
npub1kt3hutklgrma64ykjwk4trxq9rtyfnxhkjz729g4pd9xl7hzhrjse75004 (npub1kt3…5004)
Turton, Stuart. The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle (p. 73). Sourcebooks. Kindle Edition.