Her attention wandered from the raised dais, momentarily. ‘So what, give me this moment, life is precious’. He had come up, a little chilled, but otherwise mostly un-nibbled by scaly denizens, of the deep drowned land; and now found himself, sat next to her back seats, the theatre of life. During a brief interlude they […]

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