Walkabouts of the Great Wyrm: Part Fourteen
Atir Ailgenan rearranged the materials on his desk for the ninth time, muttering to himself: “A stitch in time will save nine, a stitch in time will save nine….” Walkabouts of the Great Wyrm: Part Fourteen | @MDellertDotCom
Seventeenth Day of September
Atir Ailgenan rearranged the materials on his desk for the ninth time, muttering to himself: “A stitch in time will save nine, a stitch in time will save nine….” Then he closed his eyes, cracked his neck left, then right, and took a deep breath.
Brâtir Niall waited, lips pursed, until Atir Ailgenan opened his eyes again.
The good Atir had just returned from…
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