The rippling and fetid air clings to me like a lead shroud whose burning aura so impairs it would do a horseman proud. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: I’m curious…Next Next post: Honest Hearts and Tinmen
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A (wise) man of two faces 
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