CHAPTER 23


Work In Progress

...It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but having fallen, it was blood.

And I stood in the morass among the tall and the rain fell upon my head.

And the lilies sighed one unto the other in the solemnity of their desolation.

~Silence: A Fable~
~Edgar Allan Poe~






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