Siblings

Reisor took a seat, adjusting himself on the wooden bleacher. The bleachers were set up in a circle inside the giant tent—and right in the center, a stage gleamed under the glow of shroomlamps. Dane would perform there any minute. Reisor clenched and unclenched his fists, swallowing. It would be fine…it would be just fine. … Continue reading Siblings

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