Miasma

Bad air hangs over Olympia. Be it from the lake, the waterfront, the alleys, uptown, or on the hill where law claims capitol. There lives a wraith somewhere. It manifests to infect newbloods with its promise of risk, how it renders silent the cacophonous mist that is each participant in the mysticism and illusion ofContinue reading “Miasma”

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