9.54 C - The Wandering Inn
Rhaldon Flemmens had decided he liked this other world for three reasons.
One. This world didn’t have people shooting him for attending a protest rally. He still woke up, remembering that flash and explosion as he was shot in public.
Two. This world was filled with magic, other species, and opened up a thousand possibilities. If this world existed, how many others? Could there be true aliens? Was this all part of some…larger design or sci-fi-esque plan? It made him feel like a boy again, dreaming of the impossible without a sense of painful, mundane reality.
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