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Chapter 109: Grace: At the Campground “This is it,” I say, pointing through the windshield as we pull into the campsite. Lyre’s fifth-wheel camper sits right where we left it,…
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Chapter 108: Caine: Get Them Out (END BOOK TWO) CAINE Owen’s cave is, strangely enough, located in a run-down neighborhood. Half the lawns are overgrown, and most families use their…
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Chapter 107: Grace: Creeping Dread Bun screeches with unholy glee as her limbs morph and multiply—six insect legs sprouting where toddler legs should be, skittering across the stone floor at…
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Chapter 106: Jack-Eye: Irrational, But Still I push the door open wider, stepping inside the shed first because that’s what you do when you’re second-in-command. Take point. Assessment. Protection. All…
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Chapter 105: Lyre: Time-Locked LYRE The trail’s not cold. It’s frigid. Cryogenically sealed in regret and futility. I knew this place would be empty before we even turned onto the…
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Chapter 104: Jack-Eye: Rot and Rainbows JACK-EYE My already cramped leg slams against the door panel as we hit another pothole. Fuck these fucking soccer mom SUVs. A shabby excuse…
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Chapter 103: Jack-Eye: Hooked JACK-EYE My left leg cramps for the fifth time in an hour. Fuck compact SUVs and their contempt for anyone over six feet tall. I shift,…
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Chapter 102: Grace: Pack Bun continues to scarf at her piece of buttered toast with all the hunger of someone who hasn’t eaten in a month, even if her chubby…
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Chapter 101: Grace: Domesticity A soft scuffling sound pulls me from sleep. I blink against the dimness, my eyes adjusting to the cave’s weak morning light. It’s the same as…
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Chapter 100: Lyre: Plausibility Blue-white fire dances across the walls, twisting in impossible patterns and defying all laws of physics. The flames consume nothing—not the blood-soaked concrete or the bodies…