Flash Fiction: IRL — Part One of Five

I wipe droplets of cold Arkham rain off my phone. Dripping in a rundown hallway at 1 am, I text Archmage227 outside his apartment door.

>I’m here

There’s a beep inside, muffled by the downpour. A short shuffle. Strained hiccups.

My phone buzzes:




All installments in order.


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