here's the prologue:
The dead man laid motionless at my feet. The only evidence of his killer still tightly grasped in his hands. This, too, I pried from his cold hands and placed in my pockets. So long, old friend.
my random musings on weighty matters and things that are not so weighty
The dead man laid motionless at my feet. The only evidence of his killer still tightly grasped in his hands. This, too, I pried from his cold hands and placed in my pockets. So long, old friend.
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