Lunarcrossed
I hear heavy footsteps as I dart into the hallway, my feet skid across the floor.
I have to look; I have to know. I turn my head. And my body collides with the doorway. I am staring at a ghost. A ghost stalking across this cabin, who used to haunt my nightmares. But he looks very much alive and real to me. The rogue who raped my mother, murdered my parents, marked my face, kidnapped me and my sister from all we ever knew, murdered innocent people who got in his way, and put us through days of hell, stands barefoot, dripping mud on the rug near the front door. Bale Fangman is now more animal than man in all ways.
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