I awoke as light streamed through a lone window, which was not glass, but soft durable plastic distorting the view, which was hardly a view at all. The dog was outside and the air was perfectly still. The pages I had hung in the evening had dried and taken on the look of parchment. I placed them in some order, though besides some of the dated material…
The Melting 50/2
Part 2 of the Outpost
May 21, 2022
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