I wrote this paragraph yesterday morning for Echo: Autumn of the Dragon:
Most of those islands
sported a cone emitting wispy fumes. Volcanic activity had not ceased. Echo
shook his head as they sailed around a mighty edifice, staring at what amounted
to smoke rings, as if the thing belched on purpose like to a show-off smoker.
He wondered if the truth would surface, or would Senluar hold to her secrets.
Everything felt contrived.
Later, while scrolling on FB, this came up:
Lol, truth as strange as fiction in this case?
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