“The sunrise flickers against the sky in shades of gore as the night is eaten away, scavenged clean by the circling rooks. The light is painful against window and roof-tile, for if there was any scrap of mercy in this… — Padrika Tarrant Copy Share Image
“The sunrise flickers against the sky in shades of gore as the night is eaten away, scavenged clean by the circling rooks. The light… — Padrika Tarrant Copy Share Image
