The “High” Road
As it plunged into his skin, the prick of the needle was cold and biting, like the first wind of winter. He depressed the plunger on the syringe and his veins hungrily consumed the...
As it plunged into his skin, the prick of the needle was cold and biting, like the first wind of winter. He depressed the plunger on the syringe and his veins hungrily consumed the...
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