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)

The Seal Maiden & The Spirit Cage

"I can not." The woman declared, shaking her head, slick red locks swirling like ethereal worms. "Can not... or will not?" The shaman pressed, narrowing his dark, grey eyes, which shimmered like boiling water, full up with the light of the midday sun. "I will not." "It is my right, as it is thy duty,… Continue reading The Seal Maiden & The Spirit Cage