Re: Clanging bells. Thick incense. Blood...so much blood. The sound of dogs, drunk on death, ring in my ears. Men sweat in their rags, clutching their heads, crying soundlessly. I stand on the rain-slick precipice of darkness and take a step into the abys
I've had quite a journey over the past couple of weeks. And some of you may have noticed I've been absent lately. There was a lot going on. And the sins of my past came back in full force to haunt me. As some of you may know, I struggl...