Part III of V. The house of The Sun turns out to be a dilapidated apartment building. I drag my passed out companion off the horse and take a breath. “This is ridiculous,” I tell her limp body. I pull her up over my shoulder and trudge toward the building. I ring the buzzer. It rings, […]

via House of the Rising Sun — Flash 365

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