Philip Peterson
Joined May 2022
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Blackrock
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” Far above, rimmed by a massive circle of rock and earth, the night sky paled towards the first hint of dawn. The man stepped away from the dangling length of rope that disappeared upwards into the gloom, pushing aside any thought of climbing back up the crumbling chasm wall. He turned his face away from the fading stars, away from his past life and his family and even his own name; none of that mattered any more. Instead, he turned towards his final doom. His release.
By Philip Peterson4 years ago in Fiction

