The Tragedy of Z
Author: Barnaby Ross
At the sight of blood she wanted to scream, but no sound came from her beautiful throat. Instead, she stood without moving and stared at the late Senator Joel Fawcett.On his feet were old and roomy carpet slippers. On his face was a quiet, not unpleasant expression. In his chest, just to the right of the pearly shirt buttons was a red stain with the hilt of a slender paper….Read More
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