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Flesh and Coin - Craig  Saunders

Smoke drifted from him, hazy and lazy smoke like a smoldering coal fire when the embers have died down. Cold smoke left in the early hours of a winter morning. When those tendrils seemed about to break free, Death sucked them back. Like souls, trapped, frightened hands reaching through cage bars.

 

Craig Saunders on form again, this is looking really good.