Wechseln Woods, Capricorn Werner pulled out his pocket watch and flipped it open. It was hard to read in the setting sunlight dispersed by the brambles rising around them, but he could still make out the hands. They’d been walking for exactly eight hours, thirty-two minutes, and twenty-two seconds since they’d set off from theirContinue reading “2.3: Waltz Aim”
Six Chances 