In the silences of the Prospectress laying in the mud with three knives adding to the new wounds in her dead body, the rain poured down. It was only the first of the indignities visited upon the Prospect shop that night. After some chaotic discussion, it was decided that Jack would use a shovel to…
Of Wolfen and Walkers
The Hound took off around the small Chapel toward the high sandstone wall. The others spread out slowly, the Healer disappearing into the shade of one of the poplar trees, the Witch Hunter striding after the Hound, the Captain stepping closer to the monk, sword coming free. There was a long moment of tension in…
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