Good Men Fall
The smell of rotting food and booze-filled the young Reverend’s nostrils as he sat in the watering-hole as he did so many years ago. The sporadic clomping of feet and music played together to create an upward vibe that most would stand too, the laughs bellowed through the tavern...
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