
The Cloud
The mesh weighed coldly on June's collarbone and pressed her cheek. A corflute sign with a logo, too close to read. Her glasses had fallen. "Flawless Fencing". A number.

The Cloud
The mesh weighed coldly on June's collarbone and pressed her cheek. A corflute sign with a logo, too close to read. Her glasses had fallen. "Flawless Fencing". A number.