THE WYRD OF THE DESPISED by Mike Kay

Jack Heart[Collection]I shuffled along, exhausted. The morning twilight was breaking over the seldom used trail I trod upon, the ghostly trail that wound down through the spaces between the shimmering forms of the trees. My heart was on fire. It blazed in my breast. I could barely remember, as I realized I was cursed with thirst, […]https://www.vtforeignpolicy.com/2024/06/the-wyrd-of-the-despised-by-mike-kay/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=the-wyrd-of-the-despised-by-mike-kay2024-06-17T06:24:50.000Z2024-06-17T06:24:50.000Z