The town was burning, and somewhere within one of the sets of blazing walls a phone had begun to ring.
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The town was burning, and somewhere within one of the sets of blazing walls a phone had begun to ring.
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Myriam had little patience left for Calvin’s nonsense, and yet his litany of complaints seemed to grow with every step.
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Despite the distance he’d travelled, despite the years he’d waited, Mukki found himself fighting the urge to sprint from the shore.
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He’d been reduced to riffling through his memory for nonsense trivia and unlikely anxieties to keep himself awake.
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The land had been soured for him, yet he couldn’t seem to leave.
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It was tempting to trade off the spear for a bit – tempting to hand it to Calvin and let him hunch in wait, but the thought was tempered by her memory of the monster; of its face split and its slabs of fangs exposed.
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Mukki stood on Pebble Beach and took the weight of the flat rock in his hand.
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There wasn’t much of a world for quite a while. Panic had gotten him – panic had gnawed at his calf muscle, panic had laid him out.
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It was a long bus ride, and the lumbering gray beast stopped regularly
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The thin silver line of fear that ran along her spine, mimicking the chill of the cold wall, would help keep her awake.
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