Christopher Lamont slouched forward over his desk, his heavy head resting on his arms. A pencil rolled down the slanted surface, and each time it did, he flicked it away in frustration. One sharp flick sent it flying to the floor, where it bounced out of sight. He sighed, pulling in a deep breath ofContinue reading “The Departing Tale of Christopher & The Hereafter: Chapter 1”
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