Tag: fiction
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Creedence (Part 2)
Nothing but sand and rock and dirt around, and the sun above casting vengeance on the world. If they left the car and never returned, dawn would have been enough to burn away any chance of survival. And yet no bodies in the sand.
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Anton
Anton considered Alster’s claim, then cast his mind out to the dark reaches of the manor, probing at alcoves and passageways for the touch of a stranger. Almost he felt that he could hear someone breathing, as of a hidden soul within the walls of his home.
The Light is On 