It was a wonderful day for a hanging. The sun was covered by some merciful clouds, offering the small dustbowl town of Shasallam some welcome respite from the blistering desert heat. Marakash was standing in the town square, his arms linked with a beautiful woman by the name of Jezrai, an island of love amongst…
Short Story: The Mage, the Madman, and the Sharif’s Son
