The Monolith in the Graveyard

It was a usual, overcast, misty December morning, and the alarm clock of the Reverend Simon Abernathy of Lower Strangling began to beep. He groaned as we woke up to turn the clock off. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, stretched, and finally got out of bed to start the day. He walked over toContinue reading “The Monolith in the Graveyard”