poignant

Quickly I retreat to my desk and I withdraw my old Walker pistol. It had been my father’s pistol when he had fought in the war and it had been sent back along with the rest of his belongings after he had fallen in battle. I load four shells into the chamber. Four should be all that I need for what I want to do.
The Mongrel in the Cellar
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Ginger Bangs
✍ Posy Churchgate
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Jul 17, 2022
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Written by ✍ Posy Churchgate
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