Standefer’s Last Commission

“You knew I was coming for you.”

“Y-yes. I knew it.”

“I have always been coming for you.”

“Yes. I know.”

The tip of the man’s cigarillo flared and tendrils of smoke swirled and clung to his head like appendages. Smoke also began to rise from the stony ground beneath Standefer. He felt heat issue up from the dusty Earth.

“Please,” Standefer said.





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