It was late. He had no idea when he would arrive. Or, if he would come at all. His summons, as the dead warlock, termed his necromancy concocted missive, was deliberately vague: “Come to the old Scrap Metal Inc building, aka my office…pick a time you like. And, do not be late..or else. Oh, and … Continue reading The Red Wall – A Very Short Story #TDWC