Antimony watched the ends of the robe flit about as he followed it. He always has to wear it, doesn’t he? The fabric flicked around a corner, and Antimony spun to follow. The pile of ledgers weighed heavily in his arms, dragging him down even further.

‘Hurry up, Antimony.’ Antimony rolled his eyes. Firstly, they didn’t need to hurry; they just ( Read more... )