No. (-1): Meet Me in the Hills
It was 2019, mid-September, the long taper of a summer without demarcation. It was the evening. My phone rang.
We plunged zombie-armed into the fabric of night.
It was 2019, mid-September, the long taper of a summer without demarcation. It was the evening. My phone rang.
The good doesn't care how you get there, but it’s waiting.