THE GOOD LIFE • by Kevin Thomas Conroy
Olive Bane pushed her black triangle lenses against the bridge of her slim nose and leaned back. “Why do you paint?” David didn’t expect to speak very much. “Hasn’t she read my bio?” he thought to...
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The hollow-eyed priestess led Calamachus to a deep cleft in a rocky outcropping three stadia away from the temple. No altar or statue denoted the unremarkable opening to the underworld. A stack of...
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