Moments at Gol: Chapter 8 – Chekov
He didn’t look like the man that Chekov knew. No, it was worse than that. Much worse. He did look like the man that Chekov knew, but like a doppelganger, like some kind of figment…
He didn’t look like the man that Chekov knew. No, it was worse than that. Much worse. He did look like the man that Chekov knew, but like a doppelganger, like some kind of figment…
~ by M. C. Pehrson Each day, the sun lingered a bit longer, warming the garden soil. Uncle Lars started up the tractor and began to plow. Soon a new crop was sprouting, and it…
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