TheHolderOfTime
Joined April 2021
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Spindle Lake
"But I don't want to go!" I cry, tugging at the ropes binding me to the pontoon. "Not my decision, lovely. You drew the marked stone. You forfeit. 'Tis fer the good of Spindle." Ronson unties the pontoon from the harbour, tossing it and me to our deadly fate. "When the waters choose, t'ain't nothin' anybody can do. Besides, you're a wanted criminal. Consider this yer sentence."
By TheHolderOfTime2 years ago in Fiction