Then the stick figure spoke. Not with text—with a deep, rasping whisper from the phone's tiny speaker.
He typed into the search bar:
A second stick figure popped out of the dirt, nodded at him, and began hammering a gold vein.
Then the stick figure spoke. Not with text—with a deep, rasping whisper from the phone's tiny speaker.
He typed into the search bar:
A second stick figure popped out of the dirt, nodded at him, and began hammering a gold vein.