The Necromancer’s One Weakness by R. Lochlann
ShortStory 3,448 words
Read at Translunar Travelers Lounge ↗
Oh my gods, calm down. Please—please—don’t hit me with that hurdy gurdy, you’ll damage it. I know how this looks but I’m not here to murder your family or burn your village—not my style. Just stay and listen a moment. I’ve got a tale for you, kid.
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