:storyshorts. ep1.

This is another area of the publishing experience Robertson had started, a blog of short stories, if more are found they will be uploaded.

Brisk brittle neighbours swarmed upon the rampart. It had been a long time since anything so interesting had happened in the glen. It was so cold, the clan felt like any large sound might reverberate through them all and shatter either themselves or the only comfort, silence.

99 houses they put in the valley, thinking a hundredth would be unlucky. However an error was made and now they discovered a preverbal 13th floor amongst them.

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