Mycelus Minor

"'Mama,' The young girl tugged on the sleeve of the woman in front of her, 'They won't reach us over the water, will they?' The woman smiles, her eyes don't.

'Of course not, sweetie. Now come on, let's be gettin' you to bed." The girl runs into the house, and the woman stares out from the porch. In the wind, a sparkling dust drifts over the island."

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There is a small farmhouse on Mycelus Minor. It's old, and rotted, but it feels homely.