Dustin Hyman
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Uncle Kronus
The mountain of yellow clay is without windows and larger than what Spat had imagined. Gamblers and pick-pockets mill around the entrance like zombies. Everyone wants a hot tip or a few extra rubes to spend inside. It’s easy to identify humans from Earth—they are short and scorched brown. But humans from the Moon resorts or the Mars colony all stand tall and pale like him. A doorman with four pistols strapped to his chest scans Spat’s wrist and opens the door.
By Dustin Hyman3 years ago in Fiction