89 Autumn, Cycle 452 // Eastern Wood The sputtering embers and low flames signaled that the fire was dying down. She watched with tired, fluttering…
A Fantasy Writer's Spewings
A Fantasy Writer's Spewings
89 Autumn, Cycle 452 // Eastern Wood The sputtering embers and low flames signaled that the fire was dying down. She watched with tired, fluttering…