Reap the Rules(ππΏπππ πͺππ·π) (opens in new tab)
The glass in my veins still remembers white sand. Gold-stopped, the head of Crassus lolls beneath the raft of the filling station, a reliquary of fossil greed. The post Reap the Rules(ππΏπππ πͺππ·π) first appeared on Reckoning.
Read the original article