Lethean Shroud

Silence compressed a million racing thoughts into each moment, until the shack's limited air space became too dense to breathe. "So..."Rayanna shifted in her chair. She pointed at a stack of newspapers next to Reeve's feet.  "Do you get that delivered from the local press?" "This henhouse liner, here?" He snatched…

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Lethean Shroud

The dank air clamped its chilling grip onto Rayanna's raw arms. She cast furtive glances into the rustling forest. And at him. He maintained a lead of no more than ten feet, every step of his boot hitting the earth with sure footing. Her own soles slid on the undulating, narrow…

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Lethean Shroud

Rayanna stiffened. Her breath froze. The lantern swung from the approaching stranger's outstretched hand, his face still obscured by the misty darkness. "I get a name or my Colt. Right. Now." Her lips fumbled. A gun barrel gleamed in the sickly green light. She stammered, "I-I'm lost. I-" "Name." A howl…

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The Harvester’s Patch, Part Two

Amy picked her steps through the roadside clumps of withered thistles and ragweed. At the top of the lumpy slope, a shack hunkered among untended hawthorn and mulberry limbs. The gray remnants of porch planks and rails jutted in errant directions like a decaying grin along the front. Its mildewed roof…

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