The Faces on my Grave

The Faces on my Grave

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jan 26, 2020
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Horror
Arthur McGraw is an old veteran in a very ordinary rest home. He spends his days doing the same things, talking to the same people, especially his best mate Roger Gillies. Childhood friends, they spent the last 80 years together, through war and old age. Everything changes the day Arthur crosses paths with a creature out of this world, a creature straight from his darkest nightmares, a sight that would be the start of a series of unexplainable events. This terrifying being might just be the answer to some of the most deeply buried of Arthur's memories; scenes he so hardly wished to unsee, actions he heavily hoped to change and paths he craved he hadn't walked. All of those horrors locked far, far away into his subconscious. He had never wanted this, after all, the world was at war, after all... and after all, it still happened. Oh, but they would not let him forget; the old man *will* remember, as well as the ones left alive...
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