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Tag Archives: Brisings by Robert E. Stutts
Brisings
Brisings Robert E. Stutts I wore you around my neck like Freyja’s golden necklace, a glittering ornament I kept hidden under the collar of my flannel shirt, panicked that someone else might notice the intricacy of such craftsmanship and want … Continue reading
