Dan Thrall is a sketchy middle-aged man who only writes because he hates himself whenever he's not. Emotional masochists or the extremely bored can find him on Twitter here.
October 21, 2021
Fiction
The neon sign was broken. It blinked "A," then "R," then a long pause. The steel door creaked as he pushed through it. Inside, it was dry, but too…
by Dan Thrall
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