Sin… The Eyes Have It…

He sat in the chair, day after day, staring at nothing. Always the same chair. Always the same posture. Dipping into a slouch but not wanting to leave the upright. Right leg over left, knee to knee. Foot swinging a metronome of neglect. And always the same vacant...

Sin… Dreams…

Dreams, they can come true. Ask Gabrielle, she’ll tell you. How does it go? Wish long enough and hard enough, make your request to the Universe or your pact with the devil, and your dream will come true. Does the devil exist? Is he a horned, tailed red skinned...

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