An old fan in the corner, blades caked in dust, blew ash and smoke in a stifling swirl. Ismenia Sabine slumped against the wall where she’d been flung and squeezed her fingers around the searing pain in her left arm. That was unexpected. The book hadn’t mentioned anything about blow back and … What was […]

via Yeah Write #52: The Summoning ( #flashfiction ) — Laissez Faire

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