It was a curious thing, the line rushing towards space.
Lancing through the magenta sky to breathe cyan into withering clouds, the single line parted the setting sun like Moses to the sea; a single, horizontal streak, a shooting star falling upwards, lightning climbing back into the Heavens. In...
How loathsome.
Why did the stalls have lookouts? The village faire had to have had at most twenty people occupying its few make-shift store fronts, so why had they anticipated thievery as if their little town actually attracted any kind of meaningful criminal front? Well and truly, for the...
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