Daddy's Nursery (Cont.)
Thomas awoke with a grunt, lifting his hands to rub his eyes as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the light. He wasn't sure when he'd fallen asleep, or what he had been dreaming about, or doing for that matter, his memory was one giant blur. ...
Daddy's Nursery
"What is your name?" "Thomas Dickens." "Where're you from?" "Gilneas." "Are you cursed?" "No." "How old are you?" "Twenty Eight summers." "What do you do?" "I am a courier." "Does anybody know you're here tonight?" "No." "Excellent. Here,...