A Piece of “Half-Breed” blergh

theoperium:

It takes me a moment to realize where I am.

Although my vision was blurred, probably caused by shearing pang that throbbed at the corner of the left side of my forehead, I could make out that I was back at the bluff. Specifically, I’m laying inside the gazebo on Old Bailey’s Bluff, alone-in the dark-within a lonely and decrepit gazebo. “Greeeeeeat Jessie, don’t you know how to get yourself in all sorts of danger.”

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