CORRECTION by Adam Fout
Correction by Adam Fout The officer, covered in armor like angled obsidian, throws Sithas into the bare room, then speaks, its words guttural, static-filled: “You will not be taken into the prison until you read and follow the instructions.” Sithas, sprawled on his back, says nothing, watches the officer leave. He cannot remember theRead more about CORRECTION by Adam Fout[…]