Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Steady and the Mountain by Zachary Olson
An end to the pain. That was what Steady As It Goes sought, after a fashion. The creature ahead loomed amongst the shadows. He could just about make out the details: crooked limbs on pincer tips; twitching weaver’s fingers; a wetly spooling spinneret. Steady dug his heels in. He wrapped his metal-shod fingers ‘round the oozing strand attached to his chest. Wrestling against the figure’s pull, he staggered to his feet.
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