Here in the hinterland winter is finally upon us. Mornings are cold and the smell of rain is in the air. But beneath the fresh smells of rainfall another smell rises, a stench of foul corruption, of dead bodies excavated, of unholy rituals, mad scientists cackling manically over exhumed corpses better left buried. I’m talking, … Continue reading Here Comes the Sun Circus
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