Bugger off to one of my beautiful author friend Rain who has concoted a great story for you with some lovely sleazy characters for you.
Sagemill is a city that puts cities like Las Vegas and Pattaya to shame. Those places think they have witnessed gambling, lust, all kinds of sin. They don’t know what sin is. They don’t know that a place can pull you in, chew you up, and feast on your soul until there’s nothing left of you but bone dust. Those places are nothing. They’re only human.
Humanity doesn’t survive long in Sagemill. It isn’t a human place at all, isn’t even in the same world as those pathetic little towns, towns that think bright lights and low morals make them any kind of competition for a place like this. There’s magic in Sagemill. Some say it’s just one little city in a big world full of magic, a world hidden from ours where only a few unlucky or stupid humans end up. I know nothing about a hidden world, but I know the hidden city. I know Sagemill; I know every dark little corner, every puke-filled gutter, and every monster that pass through the city gates. Sure as hell been here long enough to know it all.
Couldn’t tell you exactly how long, though. Time doesn’t mean a damn thing here. You play away your money, your property, your body parts, your mind, you sell your soul for a wish to the street peddlers, and then you fuck away what little is left of you.
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I’m Rain, and I’m a writer. Aspiring, so far, but hoping to remove that part in the near future! I am currently working on a fantasy novel with a YA and urban touch. All my stories in one way or another take place in a world called Hurst that I’ve built from the ground up through the years, and that I arguably spend way too much time in.