One:Out in the coldA stick for my toolsDigging for goldOh, what a foolSeems like I'm richMy stick is my saberMade a palace outta ditchWhat a grand cap..
The backalley has its charm. Damp, moon-lighted, shrouded in whispy fog. Not cluttered or narrow. Still, completely eerie. Marah pushed her hands deep..
I watched the blood pool around my feet. It swirled around my ankles, deep red one moment and black the next. The knife in my hand was free of blood. ..