Posted on May 17, 2024
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6 min
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DP9 Contributors
Everyone is the hero in the prison of their own mind.The words rattled around his head as he fought to keep the chill of the desert night out, pulling his leather duster and hood closer, tighter. They could keep the chill out. But not the words that continued to eat at him. Slate grey eyes turned back to glance from his hood over the dunes, checking to see if he was followed by more than the words that were spoken to him.
