DevilDog Publishing
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The City is dead. All hope of finding human life on the island, or the planet fo that matter, has evaporated. Where else is there to look but further afield? Where else to go now but to the stars?
Here in time will come a story the likes of which have never before been seen. A story written by you, not me.
Who knows what it will end up like? Will it ever end? Will it ever begin?
Musings from the world of Sir Benfro