Marella Sands


The Ghost He Knew Best

The Ghost He Knew Best

The fortune teller smiled at Mak, his toothless betel-blackened gums barely visible in the pale light of dawn. Mak said, “It is a beautiful morning to see the sunrise, my friend.” The fortune teller shrugged. He was half-naked and dirty, and his leathery skin reminded...

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