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Medusa Protocol
The early morning gloom of winter matches my mood as I enter the office. The glass door reflects unkempt brown hair and a week’s ...
Stories about statues and statue transformations.
The early morning gloom of winter matches my mood as I enter the office. The glass door reflects unkempt brown hair and a week’s ...
The arrow pins me to the door by my cloak. I try to remove it, but a second arrow pins my other shoulder. These are soon followed by ...
The line of hopefuls is moving faster than expected. Alkem’s reputation as an efficient operation is well-deserved. Winding like a ...
The drums continue their rhythmic beat as I savor the final minutes of my mortal life. Standing at the edge of the natural pool, I ...