And The Sun Returns
I sat at the top of the stairs, looking into a perfect cerulean blue sky. Had I not been staring through the gaping hole in Par Impar’s roof, I’d call…
Luck Be With You, Storyteller.
Luck Be With You, Storyteller.
I sat at the top of the stairs, looking into a perfect cerulean blue sky. Had I not been staring through the gaping hole in Par Impar’s roof, I’d call…