Spiteful Harriet Wilson A Short Story by Mr Pseudonym Harriet Wilson looked at the damp book in her hands and felt surprised. She walked over to the window and reflected on her creepy surroundings. She had always loved noisy Shanghai with its attractive, angry arches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel surprised. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Robert Lakeman. Robert was a malicious writer with brown fingernails and skinny fingers.画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。 ※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。
