The prismatic eyes of a dog sees, but these eyes do not speak, observe nor judge; they see and that is all. I scanned the interior of the outpost. Everything was there; every shred of evidence needed to map out the state of mind of the missing young scientist. All the intuitive senses, research and knowledge gleaned, and the pain of comprehension. The…
The Melting 50
In the outpost / a message and a manuscript
May 21, 2022
∙ Paid
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