by Daulton Dickey The face fit his skull so the goblin never removed it He tapped it from time to time to make Sure it still fit Few thoughts startled him more than when the image Of a fading simulacrum entered his mind Years ago, the flesh grew piecemeal as people and events infected him […]
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