Chapter 27, Draft 4: COMPLETE.

The hour is shortened;

the minutes finite;

the panic of;

One last breath. Continue reading →

Chapter 26, Draft 4: COMPLETE

Ah, much better! NOW I can write the vague spoiler-free poem that describes the chapter:

Twisting a failure into success;

brings you not joy, but horror, distress;

Is there no savior? Is there no clue?

Abandonment at last came for you. Continue reading →