Twelve Shells by James Hancock

. I was out on a trap collect on the night they came.  The night my life turned inside out.  I should have been home.  Home…  a funny word for a rundown shell of what once was. Where to start?  Let’s go back to the beginning.  Not the very beginning, but the beginning of the…...

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