Story 28 – Ghostpuncher III: The Fatal Punch of Death

It wasn’t my first time in a wine bar, but I’d not been in one this posh before. I’ll be honest, I felt out of place. When you’re over six foot tall and muscled from years of solid labour, skin browned and weathered because you spend almost every day working outside, in a room fullContinue reading “Story 28 – Ghostpuncher III: The Fatal Punch of Death”

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