Ojo Del Lago

Ojo Del Lago

Nearly Midnight

Nearly Midnight By Allen McGill   Salina led the way along the pathways between the headstones of the deserted cemetery. The air was clear, brisk with October chill. The trees were bare; the full moon shone coldly off the granite monuments. “Here,” she said to her companion, pointing to a spot on the ground. She stood still,

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