The Widow
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Ongoing44m
Last published Fri, Jan 29, 2016
#621 in Historical Fiction
The crack of a pistol rips through the night.
Smoke curls from the barrel.
Red blossoms across his chest.
My scream comes out a whisper.
"No!"
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