“I see you are still grieving,” Theta—correction: that version of Theta—had said, cupping Jericho’s cheek on that moonlit night all those years ago. The silver moonlight had made the tattoo on the right side of her face glow. “But there is no reason to be sad.” “No reason to be sad?” “They have died, yes,Continue reading “10.5: Jericho’s Cycling (Vendetta)”
Six Chances 