Far from Acheron, a Short Story by Jason H. Abbott — Aethereal Engineer

“Memfit, I died.” She rubbed her wrist, eyes wide as she found her once fair skin now a crimson color. “Yes. Yes you did, Mistress,” Memfit replied. “Humans are fragile, and a sword through the heart tends to do that.” Aireae looked up from her hand, her gaze meeting that of the foot tall blue […]

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