The Pale Chronicles Part 12

Grady fell to one knee, holding his right shoulder with agony written all over his face. I ran over to my friend’s aid immediately. The wound in Grady’s shoulder looked gruesome. Basically, a big chunk of Grady’s right shoulder was missing. “Grady, are you going to make it? Can you walk?” I asked urgently.  GradyContinue reading “The Pale Chronicles Part 12”

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