Albert Kivak

2 Stories

Sunday. I've been eating pieces of myself. Not much, just enough. The waves are coming in and I think I see land just across the

Father McCullough fired into his congregation. And that's how it began. Four weeks earlier, two detectives had knocked on his door. They

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