He wanted to grant a dying man his last request.
For every kiss, a bullet in the face. For every action, a reaction. For every event, there exists in potential a mirror event, an exactly opposite possibility. If the world you know is one of Marvels, where heroic women walk invisibly though horror, and men of fire ride the upper reaches of the air...then only a misstep or a stopped heartbeat away....is a world of Ruins.
Story added by benanderson on March 3, 2024
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