Tonight I drink to people. Because in challenging times, like this year, you find out what paople are really made of. This year I had a handful of people around, and they really were made of beautiful things.

Spooktober
Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)
Chapter 7 One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated




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