A short story. Ifrit Her stumbling foot caught the edge of the cliff, dragging each scaly under-digit across an anti-smooth plateau of concrete. She tumbled under, liquid flooding her eyes, which turned red as she shut them, and there were no fish. Missiles fell from the sky, sharply, like eggs of the ocean. She tookContinue reading “WD 48 “Ifrit””
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