Krystle Vermes

The Night Hawk

The metallic taste in his mouth startled him awake. He found himself lying in the fetal position on the tile flooring, cool against the side of his face. The bright lights above him were difficult to ignore. Once his eyes adjusted to his surroundings, he realized he was in what seemed to be a public restroom…

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