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.