The Waystone's Call - A Solarpunk Short Story
The view switched to miles’s ribs. "luckily that's the worst of it. you have a few broken ribs, too. and a small skull fracture. probably gave you a hell of a concussion."
A White Mare
**Chapter 1: Drawing Horses** The city loomed in the distance, covered by a veil of smog that did not reach the hilltop. In the opposite direction, the old ugly concrete buildings of the old communal farm, which had currently become a riding school,...