The Cancer Wolf Moon Shines A Silver Light Upon The Dimmed Winter Skies
Howling Time The dragon’s breath hangs low upon the land and an unnatural chill grabs people by the throat, then the lungs. It settles there under the camouflage of thick mucous walls, morphing and mutating faster than the body can hunt it down and deploy it’s overtaxed, white blood cells. If flushed out, it finds …
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