by Daphne M. Rivers Gun smoke, panic, and flashing lights - it's the sort of thing of celluloid fantasy, a tide of anger slams into the shores of our fear and complacency when it washes out there is only you, a boy in the crimson veil. Neighborhood heroes and saviors line the pavement, purposeless because … Continue reading The Boy in the Crimson Veil
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