Lashkina was going home. She took a deep breath of the candleworld’s resinous atmosphere and allowed a smile to pass over her lips. She was going home.

The serfs hauled the last crates aboard the space carriage and tightened the ropes. They had cut a good yield of candlewood and filled the carriage’s storerooms to the brim, exceeding all expectations.”

Published in: Upon a Once Time, November 2020

Fairytale, Science Fiction, Short Story

Publication Date: 1. November 2020

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