The Twisted Ones by T. Kingfisher

“I was on a bare, grassy hillside scattered with stones, and that was impossible. I could see for miles in every direction, and that, too, was impossible.I started to laugh. It wasn’t that funny. It was just that if I laughed, it wasn’t serious. I’ve heard that people who get shot laughing sometimes, they’ll tell... Continue Reading →

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