Scott MacLeod’s daredevil impulses have finally led him astray, prying him out of his cozy Bag End burrow and dragging him down the garden path, over the hills and far away, to a land where water boils, gold melts and dreams die slowly and painfully. Send lawyers, guns and money. Getting published in Otoliths was always the high point of any year, so where does that leave us?
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