On the Edge of Pure

On the wall hung a yellowed calendar, with prominent red circles drawn on it.,His palm was covered in scratches from his fingernails, and the cold water stung as it washed over them. But for someone who had grown accustomed to cancer pain, this didn't feel like much. He had long since become numb to pain.,For a fleeting moment, all the lights in the city went out, plunging the world into darkness.。