Washed awayGalen counted the raindrops. One, two, three. The percussion on the flat roof was never soothing. Four, five six. He was now paying…Aug 1Aug 1
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The Tall Man of SpiritworldOn the next page a tale will begin about a remarkably unremarkable woman called Sally. As you turn this page you and she will begin a…Jan 25, 2021Jan 25, 2021
Side trackedIt happened high up in the Cascade Mountains. The train had spent most of the evening struggling up the pass and was now gliding slowly…Jan 19, 2021Jan 19, 2021
