The Vanishing Archery Of Emerald Isle

It started with a slip of the tongue, as the most troublesome truths often do. Myself and Andrew Wayland, we were in the main hall of the New Ross Library, the air thick with that familiar scent of paper and…
It started with a slip of the tongue, as the most troublesome truths often do. Myself and Andrew Wayland, we were in the main hall of the New Ross Library, the air thick with that familiar scent of paper and…