PLATINUM
Joachim Ritter
(, Feb. 3, 2018)
He was beaten. He had nothing left.Harsh with revulsion, he lay in his hammock and stared atthe ceiling. His chamber had been made for a Giant; it out-sized him, just as his doom and the Despiser's manipulationshad outsized him. The red sunset through the open portbloodied the ceiling until dusk came and leeched his sightaway. But he had been blind all along, so truncated of per-ception that he had caught no glimpse of his true fate untilLinden had cried it into his face:This is what Foul wants!