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More than a century after the Collapse, an event that brought humanity to the brink of destruction, two angels walk the ancient streets of Rochester.
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This is a story I wrote this week, inspired by the Pathfinder game I play in. Arith is the creation of another player, but I find his current fall to ..
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"The code. Give me the damn code..."
The voice in my earpiece was panicking. With maybe thirty seconds to go until every alarm in the building went..
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Maybe a little brutal, so don't read if you're sensitive to violence against women.
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The third tale of Jack Flint, title to follow (when I think of one)
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“Oh wow... It’s a church....”
I ignore her sarcasm, trying to focus on getting the door open. There’s a question-mark over ..
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Walking the streets of Diar, I’m amazed by just how dark it seems. I grew up in cities where magical flames lit every corner, even though half t..
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“As the challenged party, you may select the weapons.”I stared at the man in the stupid tail-coat, wondering if he was as moronic as his c..
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It had been one of those mid-summer days when the clothes stick to your back and the air barely moves. I’d come to Rome looking for blue skies, ..
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The first movement of Beethoven's 'Sonata quasi una fantasia', the one everyone calls 'Moonlight' for some reason, was playing gently in my earpiece a..
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