Die Hauptstadt, Capricorn “Papers,” the man ordered in accented Common, hand extended. “Papers, please.” Rainwater trickled down the brim of his charcoal-colored cap onto the metal gorget hanging around his neck by a thick chain. The imprint of a sea-goat lined the top of the accessory with the word Militärpolizei stamped in bold, capital lettersContinue reading “14.3: Advisor & Pirate, 0000 Lost Connection”
Six Chances 