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The Venus Beacon hummed softly behind them, its warmth coursing through Isaac’s battered and bloodied body. The way it made him feel–safe, powerful, comforted–sickened him to his very core.
The failure running through his veins so close to the Beacon only punctuated that fact.
The unnecessary teaser for my first piece as part of the @goldensuntravelzine being released next month! Go check it out folks

















