Another First Draft Morsel of Lethean Shroud

The thinning fog drifted from the asphalt and puddled in the ditches on either side of the road. Ruddy paint scabbed a fading sign just ahead: Welcome to Beuteburg. "Beuteburg? Sounds like someone thought your town was beautiful." Rayanna eased her foot off the gas and glanced back at the slouched…

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