Pressed

The room was largely empty. No door. No windows. No defined entry or exit. Nothing, save for a chair, a table and a small button atop its surface.

Postcard from Paradise

I told you I’d send you a postcard from paradise, right? To be honest, I feel like I left paradise to come here. I dream of it sometimes, being back on Amurin...

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