Short Story: Once They Were Protectors
“You’re late,” Doug’s deep baritone accosted Sim as soon as she entered the shop’s back door. “We got a call from the King Corporation, and you were two minutes behind the delivery estimate.” “There was a crosswind,” Sim muttered. “Then why did I get another call from the street performer’s guild? They told me one … Continue reading Short Story: Once They Were Protectors