Short Story: Son of Death

Please read: Son of Death

Excerpt:

None paid attention to the slight glimmer, the haze building around him, as he stepped between the hedges. In another moment, he was invisible. Why? Who knew? The prevailing story was angel blood, the wild oats of the sons of heaven sprouting on the earth. 

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