From: [[]] A solid ball of hair, so tightly wound that your eyes open a little wider than they did before. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
The lights seem a little brighter tonight. The faces you pass surrender their secrets […] The very Neath seems to click into focus, as if […] through an optometric […] lenses. On a night like this, you could discover anything.
From: [[]] A solid ball of hair, so tightly wound that your eyes open a little wider than they did before. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__