The faint sound of music filtered through gauzy curtains and into the reception hall. As far as Rezin was concerned, it could just filter right on out again, through the gracefully arched windows and over the soft green lawn to the shimmering lake in the distance. And take that damnable crowd with it.

“After the Fall”

About the story: The second story about Rezin Miller – Witness to the death of civilizations.

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