Blood of Life, Tears of Angels

Welcome to the Season of Strange

David drove the lead car, a gray Toyota no one would remember. Deborah rode shotgun. Her first mission.

Compact, wound tighter than copper wire, hair white like the soccer player Megan Rapinoe. She rolled down her window and lit a cigarette. A nervous smoker. Nervous soldier. She’d get over it if she wanted to survive. “I still…

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Phillip T Stephens

Phillip T Stephens

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