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Is This What Death Smells Like…?

At the height of my fever yesterday, I finished my first full length sci-fi story, called Wyrmhole, which I thought was quite impressive given that I could barely remember my own name for most of the day.

And in the cold light of the following afternoon, it feels like death has smeared itself all over me, and isn’t going away anytime soon.

Enjoy your dinner folks!