“There is no darkness when I go to sleep; the wicked, as they say, never truly rest. I see blinding flashes of desperate arms reaching out, I hear cries for help over the crackling of burning wood, the ashen remains… — Alex Tanner Copy Share Image
“There is no darkness when I go to sleep; the wicked, as they say, never truly rest. I see blinding flashes of desperate arms… — Alex Tanner Copy Share Image
