Tuesday, May 12, 2026

Destroyer of Souls, Wearer of Trousers

As Col. Wilbur grabbed the Young Gentleman by the shoulders and pushed it away, its spine yielded disturbingly easily. It bent back, and further back, and further back, and began to wail—too late, his men realised their guns would not save them.
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