The Hue Runner

“Upon each of your crowns will be placed this marking, a symbol of hope,” called the Hue Master dressed in his dusted whites, “a reminder of the rules we are all bound to-“ “More like enslaved to,” muttered Rannock in my ear. His disgust carefully hidden beneath a penitent brow. “Quiet,” I murmured, “they’ll hear.” … More The Hue Runner