The lantern outlined your pockmarked face,
watchman who survived far more than thieves.
Even the darkness shivered with fright.
Fists balled in the hollow of the eyes Sat in the old, creaky wicker chair The scream stuck in the pharynx Blue-overalls despair taking ho...
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