Shawn Golder

A Kind of Place

It was hot, the kind of humid, permeating hot only the delta could be. Dex wiped away another tidal wave of sweat and cursed. Today was creeping closer to hell by the minute and being early afternoon there were still many minutes to go. Just remember, the darkest nights produce the most beautiful dawns, Dex thought…

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