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Eighteen – 05

Cameron and Seamus trailed behind them, both still on horseback, leaving Thom to bring up the rear, leading his mount and J.T.’s back home again. He cast another glance toward the patch of blood in the snow and grimaced. What … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 04

There was blood in the snow near the border of their settlement. Thom spotted it as they come up from the bridge. His stomach flipped right over and he slid from his saddle, heart in his throat. I knew it … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 03

They rode in silence up the old roadway that led to the back side of campus, past the barrow where they’d buried the dead, then up the hill toward the battered, snow-shrouded Shakespeare Garden. Seamus reined up his mount just … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 02

The shadow of home was a smudge on the horizon as they rode through fallow, snow-dotted fields, fields full of dead wheat and corn, lost to the early chill and the death of the modern world. If they weren’t so … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 01

It hurt, a gnawing, twisting pain in his back. Next to him, Cameron swayed in his saddle, looking pale, either from shock or blood loss. They’re going to kill us, Thom thought bleakly, gripping his saddle pommel with a white-knuckled … Continue reading

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Seventeen – 07

Neve managed to laugh and shook her head slowly. “If I had an answer, I wouldn’t be asking the question.” She sobered after a moment. “I wish I had an answer, Marin. I wish we had an answer.” Marin sighed. … Continue reading

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Seventeen – 06

“Have you ever seen him like that before?” Neve winced slightly, not quite certain how to address Marin’s question—or, more appropriately, the questions that would follow her initial answer. She hugged her arms a little tighter against her chest, gnawing … Continue reading

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