Justin GedakEdgeA song murmured up from the valley below. An old woman’s voice, frail and dry. The dialect strange. With the setting sun and the evening…Nov 20, 2018Nov 20, 2018
Justin GedakVoices of the DeadThere were voices. Slurred murmurs, echoing from someplace ancient. They sounded in pain. Disoriented. Lost. Undeniably sinister.Mar 24, 20171Mar 24, 20171