Author’s Note: This is the second published William Emmerian short story. To read the first, click here.
William Emmerian—Immortal Sorcerer, Wraithsbane, Night Hunter, Last Sword of Avalon, Prince of the Fallen Kingdom—peered owlishly at the contents of the vending machine, his brow furrowed, ice-blue eyes narrowed in cold analysis.
“Yes,” said he, stroking his chin, “this vending machine is undoubtedly accursed.”
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