The Awful World of Ghastly Gayle Myrtle
Introduction The wind, a relentless, icy sculptor, carved its way through the crumbling brick facade of Gayle Myrtle’s tenement, a constant reminder of the chill that permeated everything – the leaky pipes, the drafty windows, and, most profoundly, Gayle’s soul. The incessant whistling, a mournful symphony of neglect, had become the soundtrack to a life … Read more