THE FROG JOURNAL

A factory’s last stand

A factory's last stand

A factory’s last stand The winds rip past him as he opens the door. It is torn from his grasp, and slams hard against the building. He can barely stand, as he is buffeted and pushed by the sheer force of the winds. Instinctively he knows this is bad. The Town before Forty years before…

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