TDV 3: What The Flesh Cannot Keep

November 5th, 2007 by Sharkchild

The Haunter Behind Space was there when I opened the back door and stepped out into the fading light of the sun’s decent. The air was shallow, almost brittle, and I felt its coarseness claw at my lungs in breath. Around me, paleness seized the atmosphere like a fever sacks the color of flesh. The pallor was so severe that it brought about a fatigued contrast between the sun and its surroundings, causing flickering beams of glare to stretch out with hands of keen deception…

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