Depths Untold

Falling Through Time

And A Foundry Roof

An ill-conceived plan, made up on the fly. Rushing air. A piece of rope, recently severed. A swordless scabard. And, the shrinking of the ship, his comrades, and that blasted skeleton.

He sighed, unsure what was going to hurt more: his meteoric crash into Buzel’s foundry district, or seeing his life play out before his eyes again.

Unbidden images, thoughts, and feelings began to play across his vision, as a particular factory roof began to fill more and more of his vision…

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