Chapter 27 “This is not that, Clarabelle. I am truly sorry for what you’re about to see, though I am happy to welcome you...
– The whip and sting of Poseidon’s cold barbs pulled Grim from his philosophic musings, straight down the bottom of Maslow’s pyramid. He was...
The smell of burnt and burning meat filled the halls, as did smoke from what had to be dozens of small fires all around...
