Serpens Establishment, Ophiuchus “Jericho…?” Ophiuchian Peacekeeper Jericho stood stiffly in front of the woman prostrate on the couch. There was a heavy, sticky, sweet smell lingering in the air. The darkness kept in place by the drawn blinds in the room felt like it was preventing the scents from escaping. Jericho sank down beside theContinue reading “22.6: The Peacekeeper & The Candidata—”
Six Chances 