The Watcher DeAlexander Clarke ©2017 It pains one to have to engage in such acts, seeing this man begging for his life. His palms sweaty and eyebrows pushed together in a sort of anxious embrace. His lips turned downwards and those same sweaty palms extended towards The Watcher; the one who wields the mighty scythe, […]
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