Left-footed Angels By Reed Farrel Coleman Mystery Tribune

Left-footed Angels By Reed Farrel Coleman

The baby, her baby, was dead. These days that counted as a big so what, a sneeze, a blink, a fart. Less. Death was coming for us all. Nothing revelatory in that. The difference being that now we knew the date it would arrive, give or take. As she sat there across from me, mascara […]
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