Inheritors of Eschaton

by A.M. Parilla

Mark shrugged. “I’m trapped in an alternate dimension,” he said, smearing jam on the rest of his bread, “where a civilization running on magic coins collapsed and is now in danger of being taken over by the zombie king of the desert. My buddy has an imaginary girlfriend which means he is apparently the hero of destiny. I am eating breakfast in a skyscraper owned by a shady cabal of magical calligraphers.” He took a bite and chewed, making an appreciative noise. “So, you know,” he said, swallowing and taking a swig of tea. “Finding out that Gusje gets the AARP discount is kind of just another thing on the pile at this point.”

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