The Hanging City: A Necromantic Scene

“What are you sneezing for?” Cyril sniffed but his nose was too stuffed up for it to do any good. “I’m sick,” he said, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “Can’t you tell?” “No, don’t do that.” Innu grabbed his arm but it was too late. “Now you have sick all over your arm and... Continue Reading →

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