by Adam P. Rothstein
I am cold; I am in pain, and the darkness surrounds me. Will it ever end? Will my eyes regain their usefulness, or will I be forced to remain a prisoner amongst the shadows? I thought I knew the answers to these questions, but perhaps I was incorrect in my assumptions.
“Argh,” I [...]

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by Adam P. Rothstein

I shall bathe in your blood, I find it’s best,
Superior to all scented soap,
Then I’ll rip your heart clean from its nest,
And squeeze it ’til it beats its last hope.I kill without remorse, neither pity nor shame,
They call me monster, perhaps it’s true,
Just know when you see me within your door frame,
I [...]

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by Adam P. Rothstein
Prologue
With a thunderous clang the mighty hammer struck a small piece of hot, glowing metal. It was immediately raised back into the air, and the process was repeated several times, each swing hitting its malleable mark with the precision of a master bowman. Looking up from his work, Hephaestus wiped the sweat [...]

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