The Call of Parcel Post

The Call of Parcel Post D. Paul Angel 23 May 2014 295 Words “Anything hazardous, liquid, perishable, or fragile?” “Just a die.  An aptly named, Cthuhlu Dice.  Through arcane rituals darker than a moonless night I have secreted deep within it a sliver of the tormented soul from the First Priest of the Elder Gods.  … Continue reading The Call of Parcel Post