The Awful World of Ghastly Gayle Myrtle
Introduction The wind, a relentless, icy sculptor, carved its method via the crumbling brick facade of Gayle Myrtle’s tenement, a relentless reminder of the chilliness that permeated all the pieces – the leaky pipes, the drafty home windows, and, most profoundly, Gayle’s soul. The incessant whistling, a mournful symphony of neglect, had turn into the … Read more