Tower of Mud and Straw II: The Adversary – Yaroslav Barsukov
The hammer fell in an arrhythmic pulse, like an old man’s heart, skipping a punch each time the chisel it hit dropped another inch into the device.
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The hammer fell in an arrhythmic pulse, like an old man’s heart, skipping a punch each time the chisel it hit dropped another inch into the device.
I never cared much about cars as a kid—never cared much about anything Dad liked.
The city shimmered as though it were under an ocean instead of in a barren desert.
I was once loved and then discarded, and now I watch over the remnants of a broken species.
Shea Ashcroft stepped from a carriage into the low-lit cul-de-sac as a mongrel lifted its door knocker of a head from a garbage pile.