Sumner Kesh
His talkative stripe apparently spent, Sumner grunts acknowledgment and trudges on, axe in hand, the wounds from the day before beginning to scar.
Sumner Kesh
His talkative stripe apparently spent, Sumner grunts acknowledgment and trudges on, axe in hand, the wounds from the day before beginning to scar.
If there's nothing out there, then what was that noise?