Perfected
The rocky ground at my feet in East Country''s internment camp is the only thing that seems solid. Three thousand of my captive people wait for my answer as Mid Country''s two airrides hover overhead, the engines causing the air to suffocate with exhaust fumes. The citizens of East Country hold their breath, the anxiety so tangible it''s almost a second layer of fog below the haze.
Finally, the log...
The rocky ground at my feet in East Country''s internment camp is the only thing that seems solid. Three thousand of my captive people wait for my answer as Mid Country''s two airrides hover overhead, the engines causing the air to suffocate with exhaust fumes. The citizens of East Country hold their breath, the anxiety so tangible it''s almost a second layer of fog below the haze.
Finally, the log...
