A Note About Good Monsters
Brothers: Consecutive Substack Story 1046
I know you hear those whispers, Matty, and I know they sound like shouts.
They sound to me like the splash of Medieval nightsoil being heaved from a window and starting a plague.
I know you hear the shouts too. The ones that call this thing a chance, an opportunity.
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