From: [[]] The place is nearly empty, but the creaks and shivers of the roof in the wind half-drown their conversation. [Find the rest of the story at ]
More than one tomb-colonist indulges in red honey as their own sweet memories of the living world grow stale. But the 'Grand Sanatorium' is by far the largest consumer of the stuff...
From: [[]] The place is nearly empty, but the creaks and shivers of the roof in the wind half-drown their conversation. [Find the rest of the story at ]
