and how they longed for it, and gazed up at the old god.


    When.


    they look at me as if I were a myth.


    stories to these people.


    What an Era you must live in.


    A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    less deserving of the same harshness.


    Just as I had promised.


    Soft. Atrophied fingers gripped the warm covers, launching them across the room.