Forgive Me Father...

It was a quiet afternoon in the Assisted Living Home. I picked my way carefully through the tangle of nurses and residents so that I didn't miss my appointment. I never missed my appointments. I had a job to do. If I didn't do it, then who would?...

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DevilD

The rain was maddening. The dark thunderheads gave the day a dismal quality as we wove our way among the ruins of the small town. There were three of us: Shovel took point, Split watched our flanks, and I covered our six. Shovel tapped a locked...

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