Stone Cold Page 33
by Devon Monk
Made of bits.
Not quite human.
I’d never once in my life seen or heard of anyone—of any person—stitched like me.
Until this man. This stranger bleeding on my floor.
by Devon Monk
Made of bits.
Not quite human.
I’d never once in my life seen or heard of anyone—of any person—stitched like me.
Until this man. This stranger bleeding on my floor.