Greyson

The blue light above the door of The Wasteland blinked and the door opened. Nothing had changed inside these walls since I’d last been here. At this time of evening, smoke hung in the air as the patrons created a low din. My gaze went around the front room, looking for familiar faces.

This endeavor was quite possibly a death wish, but then again, each move I’d made over the last few years had been. Maybe instead of searching for a kingdom, I was looking for a way ...