“Stand by for orbital insertion burn.” The greasy-haired young man nodded without taking his eyes off the console. “Yeah, all set.” Dara Moser frowned. Can you for once answer the way you’re supposed to? There’s a protocol. She let it go and tightened the restraints on her couch. After all these months, trying to teachContinue reading “Short Story: The Reaper of Styx Valley”
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