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Yeller emerged from the bedroom and flopped down in the living room. He was tired in a content way. The sun slowly burned off the clouds. It cast harsh golden shadows through the slats of the blinds, illuminating the dingy interior in brilliant oranges and browns. Yeller glanced out to watch the rising fireball against…
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The sun had yet to bathe the horizon in its blanket of midnight blue and lavender. Snow plopped on the tin roof, creating a new patter to the sleet from the night before. Nat woke to being at the back, Sven forward in his wolfish form.
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Inside the double-wide, the group found sparse living quarters. Basic couch, table, chairs, cabinets hanging off their frames. The flooring had rotten through in a few spots in the hallways. The walls were free of black mould, though, and the group was thankful for that. Dust settled thickly on all the surfaces, casting a fine…
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Hogtied and gagged, Nat found himself on slimy concrete in a dark, freezing garage. The pain in his arms from having them pulled behind his back was excruciating, enough so that the ache across the bridge of his nose was lesser for it. The wounds in his shoulders had opened up again. He ground his…
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“Yeller?” Nat asked, shrugging out of his hold. “Sorry,” Yeller mumbled again.
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It was Yeller and not Cashia asking this time. Nat looked at him skeptically. Hana rested a hand on Nat’s, her finger rubbing his thumb.
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Ever taste copper? That cloying metal viscosity that tells you pain will soon follow? Or maybe that charcoal burn taste of ash on your food when you’ve grilled it? I despise that taste. I crave it.
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Ishan Orlov lay awake in his bed. He was numb and hollow. He had cried himself empty until his eyes were puffy and raw.
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“You got a glitch?” Marjorta grabbed Fane by the shoulders to steady him.
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