Micro Fiction: Pure Heart October 16, 2018 by Elizabeth Drake Sir Marcus stood ready to lead the army into the eastern provinces and slay the lich. He had said his goodbyes. Made peace with the gods and his own mortality. His heart was pure, and his conscious clear. It was the last time either would be. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related