He shifts his head upright and says, “Take my hand.” It is cold, rubbery like the fingers have no bones.
Read more "“Whatever Is Pure, Whatever Is Lovely, Preserve” | Anti-Heroin Chic Magazine | 3 November 2018"And with that, LK removed the balaclava and his Vikings jacket and his jeans, “All life is sacred,” he said. Then as his neck crimpled and feathers shook, he added, “Let the fear of death never enter your heart. Go in peace.”
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