Jacob Elliot
Joined February 2021
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The Penitent Man
1 The land was dry and flat with nothing but red dirt for miles round. It was that hard pan desert dirt that bakes into a sort of crust and then cracks into perfectly symmetrical patterns like shingles. The sand, carried on the unpleasantly hot wind, piled up in drifts and found its way into everything, into his teeth which were gritty and tobacco stained, into his clothing dark with sweat, even into his water skin which was now half empty.
By Jacob Elliot3 years ago in Criminal