Patron Short Fiction: The Dream Miner’s Drill

“You’re an old one,” he whispered with a small smile, “probably got some interesting stuff in there.” He lined up his flenser on the glass of the pod, and squeezed the actuator. The device made a soft purring sound, as it carved its tiny hole through the glass. “Maybe you’re holding on to the secret to a long-forgotten acuity, or perhaps you were witness to some historically significant events.” he licked his lips. “Let’s find out.” The flenser ceased its noise, and Grel closed his eyes, concentrating on the link that he needed to form.

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