The Machine Of Wester Moorley (§.04)

§.04 Otto went to fill up his rusty autowagon for the drive out to the nowheres, leaving Albrecht by his lonesome outside the dingy lifeless building that served as the townhall. While he waited for Otto, Albrecht thought he might stretch his legs and have a look around town and turned of its porch of… Continue reading The Machine Of Wester Moorley (§.04)