Shame’s Revenge
Three decades and thousands of miles away buffers a man from his past, but time does not erase all sins
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Shame’s Revenge
He had never been afraid of the dark until the night it whispered his name. He had never suffered from insomnia either, but the sun was setting on his third day without a wink. How could this be? After 30 years? He paced from the table to the bottom of the stairs and back again.
Aside from beef jerky, some cheese and crackers, and endlessly brewing pots of coffee, he had barely eaten or drunk anything. When he raised an arm to lean on the kitchen entryway, he caught scent of himself and flinched. You stink. You need to wash. You need to get a hold of yourself. Shuffling…
