Jul 23, 2021
7 min read
Attempt Number 8,128
A steampunk short story
It still looked like a barn — from the outside, anyway. If you didn’t look too closely, you might think it was abandoned, dilapidated. The livestock was long gone; the idyllic piles of hay eaten by generations of industrious mice, beaten down by the elements, or decomposed to nourish a burgeoning crop of weeds.
