~ The Needles ~ I stood on the edge of Vayland, looking down into a ravine. Silver pain pulled at a single point in my body, dredging up memories. When I was a kid in the first house my family ever lived in, my room was next to the living room and, thus, the television. … Continue reading Vayland Rd. [6] — The Needles
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