Dying Young
REPRINT FICTION by in Issue 107 – August 2015
I smelled him coming long before he arrived, the musty odor of sulfur and dust cutting through the sweat-stink in Cassidy’s Saloon. Smelling things is part of it, that thing I inherited from my Da, but it weren’t just me who noticed it by the time he got close. The dragon stank bad enough that […]