No Sacrifice to the Elder Gods Is Ever Wasted
By Jack Remiel Cottrell It started with tea. Cups of it, going cold on the desk beside Ipsi’s computer. He brewed his tea strong and black, then left it overnight…
By Jack Remiel Cottrell It started with tea. Cups of it, going cold on the desk beside Ipsi’s computer. He brewed his tea strong and black, then left it overnight…