Tag: Zaron

  • The Rose

    “Zaron!” Zaron blinked out of his thoughts, looking away from the rain-streaked window to the man sitting opposite of him in the dimly lit limousine. “Finally. Answer me the first time.” “Sorry, boss.” He wasn’t sorry. Zaron rotated the stem of the single rose he held and skimmed his thumb along the edge of a…

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