Inktober Day Fifteen  – Mysterious 

Always, he had a mysterious soul, turbulent as shifting storm clouds and boundless as the wind, like the deepest part of a moonless night crowding in, blacking out everything; and just when you thought his darkness might swallow you, some warm beacon of justice or kindness would burn to life on the distant horizon like… Continue reading Inktober Day Fifteen  – Mysterious 

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