Dispelling Resentment
With it is hindrance and see it do not, now I must shove it in the land of Forgot. I do wish it harm, I do not wish it well,…
Stories From – Risk of Rain
That sound, so familiar. It starts as an infrequent, even random, tip-tip-tap. The pace picks up; the rhythm hastens to the point of near deafening white noise. Rain. I come…