City of Ink
Elsa Hart
"The courier rode out of camp in the yellow haze of a dust cloud."
"The courier rode out of camp in the yellow haze of a dust cloud."
"He looked somewhat like my image of Satan: wild black hair, thin, waxed mustache, spade-shaped patch of hair on his chin."
"Home from World Pizza I sat in front of the west-facing window in my upstairs office and looked out at my rancho."
"I had been here before. I had seen the eyes of someone I loved shift towards my sister."
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