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Vagueness and the inevitable questions it created only frustrated Rachel, and she had decided that her current predicament was simply one spot too many. “Sorry, from up here it sounded like you said ‘your chair’ told you I’d be arriving,” she ye

None of this felt real. Abranyah ran her palms over her jacket, the same brown duster she'd been wearing since taking on the mantle of sheriff. It was night, sort of, but everything was covered in a wily haze, blurred like she had one pull too many fro

To enjoy fishing, a body didn’t require much by way of supplies—but water was a good start. In two old chairs sat two old men, Eloy and Emmett, twins by birth. The creaky old barn served up a good dose of shade on mornings like that, the ones whe..

There was a solemn nature about a place designed to fly folk around the landscape—especially one now long past use—but the way Rhamuel figured, it was just a big graveyard without any bodies. The three travelers made a short scout of their surroundin

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How he’d awoken in the middle of tall grass probably should’ve been his first question—but instead—Rhamuel simply wanted to know what time it was. His head was swimming with questions, the thousand little ones your brain runs through right as you

The rumbling engine of the big motor was loud enough to drown out her thoughts, and for once, Abranyah was glad for it. She hadn’t had much in the past few to ruminate on the incident back in the small empty township where she, Rhamuel, and Marcus had.

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They arrived at dark, and it was the men on rooftop with loaded rifles that cemented Rhamuel’s distaste for strangers. The populace wasn’t terribly large, but it covered a few blocks here and there, and seemed to make way for the amenities that most