Aisling in the Pines
Strangeling Ch. 4: The Old Tank in the Woods
The Old Tank in the Woods Aisling Thin puddle ice, sharp as a northern pike’s teeth, sliced into the bare soles of my feet. The March air burned cold in…
The Old Tank in the Woods Aisling Thin puddle ice, sharp as a northern pike’s teeth, sliced into the bare soles of my feet. The March air burned cold in…