Time for “Speculative Story Saturday” here at Marcher Lord Press! Here is the latest installment. *** Two rats the size of a small dog slowly rotate above the campfire on a makeshift spit. They smell like dog too, only more smoky. They pop and sizzle, their skin turning a crisp red. Up above, the sky is black as ebony and filled with thousands of tiny stars. A warm, humid wind blows, causing the ancient trees around us to creak. I sit on a nearby log, careful to keep my white plated boots out of the encroaching swamp waters. The …
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