Calliope’s Master by Melinda Barron – Chapter Three

Chapter Three One year later Calliope opened the bottle of whiskey and filled a tumbler. “Here’s to you, Henry. It’s been one year since you died. One year that I haven’t heard your voice. One year that I haven’t felt your touch.” She took a deep gulp, shook her head as the alcohol burned down […]
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