The Patron

The cold light of the moon filtered through the leaves lighting a lonely rock in the middle of the clearing, and it was on this rock that my patron lay. Pointed ears, the hint of horns, a phone in one hand lazily gazed at, wreathed in clothes of a different age. He sat in a way that screamed nonchal...

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The Ascendant

It was late afternoon when Lyra finally made it to the small town of Brodestill, and everyone in the town was still fucking. From what she could see from her approach, the town square was a mess of dust and humanoid figures rolling around, entirely consumed by their bodily needs.

"The question is,...

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