http://slow.writerscafe.org/LeighGreen The original writings of author Leigh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775962341 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter VIIIThere was a pain that clamped hard as a vice to his chest. It made him clutch himself as he writhed on the icy ground, but all there was in his body was numbness. He looked down to see his own blood, it made him dizzy and weak and he pushed up against the roots of a tree into the co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeighGreen/3123176/ Hetied hid boots tightly around his thick woollen socks so his feet sat snuglyin. All set to go he took his lightweight raincoat off the hook and headed forthe door, remembering he’d been told not to take the low route, but ascuriosity was getting the better of him, that was exactly wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeighGreen/3119994/ Marcus’sears sent a message to his brain telling him there was no noise or sound toreport, in fact a level of silence had been reached. 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