"And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his Gods?"
Thomas Babington Macaulay, Lays of Ancient Rome
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Stories by Harry Miller
lost in Eden | Short Story
I was sitting on the tallest tower in our land. I was looking at the endless horizon of the desert with pure...
Staring out | Short Story
It was cold, and a heavy fog covered the green hills The colors were gloomy and woeful, as if they were mourn...