Are we saying two thousand and… or twenty…
Nine pitched forward onto the floor. When he ground to a halt his face burned from the impact and his vision was blurred as he looked sideways across the floorboards breathing in dust and panting out spit as his lungs heaved. He heard footsteps quicken behind him and stop. Was it a second, a minute? When [...]
Posted on December 31st, 2009 by PTC*
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