The Melting 50/2

Part 2 of the Outpost


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…

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