Deconstruction
The box says forty-two pieces. I’ve counted three times
The Final Meal
The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.
Shardik
Shardik woke to the high-pitched laughter of the woman and growled quietly to himself.
The box says forty-two pieces. I’ve counted three times
The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.
Shardik woke to the high-pitched laughter of the woman and growled quietly to himself.