Daimonion and the human (part 5)
A hue of orange-black splashed its dye across the horizon. Morning birds began to clock in for their shift, while crickets and a strangely loud cat checked out for the day. The anguished cries and anger screams of the damned who hung hundreds of feet off the ground, though just beyond her sight lines, had ended minutes…maybe it was hours ago. Who the fuck cared about the time though, instead…
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