Episode 22 – Mel Trotter

In the shadowy dim light of room, Mel reached a trembling hand down, down into the coffin, and slipped the tiny shoes from the body of his two-year old son. With shoes in hand, he quickly made his way out of the parlor, down to the nearest saloon, and slapped the little shoes down on the counter and said, “Give me a drink! I’m dying for a drink!”

Sound track list:
myuu – Collapse
myuu – Disintegrating

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