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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 158

Taryn was out in the yard, turning the ground and making disgusted sounds when Felecia finally stumbled down to Phillip’s hovel. She was preparing for awkward silences, possibly some form of sad apology. She surely felt like she owed Taryn one even though she couldn’t find a logical reason for feeling guilty. She hadn’t asked to be kissed, didn’t want...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 157

The eighth night of her new stay near Phillip, Taryn, and the village found Felecia standing behind the mansion that had been her prison for twelve long years. Her first thoughts fell to the barn and the animals there but she found the place empty. The alfalfa and hay up in the loft had turned in the moisture with no...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 156

Hermitage


Nineteen days.

From that first day and evening spent collecting dead branches and fallen logs and trying to haul them onto a small spot of relatively flat land to the first night spent sleeping without a view of the stars overhead.

Nineteen days spent sawing and hueing logs, sinking timbers into clay that constantly threatened to turn into quick...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 155

Felecia started to walk around the youth and he got back in her way. “Just like they’ll kill you if you go down there looking for revenge. It’s no good. Not like that.”

Logically, the youth was right, Felecia could go down there and start shooting the bastards as they sat and drank on their tiny front porches but she...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth

Part 154

Felecia slept under the stars for a few hours, near the rise where her old lean too used to lay nearby Phillip’s hovel. She didn’t go back into the hovel, not even to collect her things. Phillip hadn’t been dreaming or sleep walking, he wasn’t delusional or confused, Felecia had been allowed a rare audience with Phillip as he was...
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Sun KIssed Innsmouth
Part 153

Unlike Phillip’s hovel, the village outskirts hadn’t changed at all. Dingy huts with their peeling tar paper roofs still stood exactly as before, as if unchanged by the seasons and the changes of the weather. Old boats drawn up onto the beaches and preserved against the ice and snow to come stood leaning by the boat shacks, all still painted...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 152

The hovel was always a poor place, it spoke of doing without, and being bereft of the ability to adequately make what was needed. The furniture was filthy, just as bad as the stuff in the cave had been when Felecia first moved in there. Everything that had been made of wood was gone now, the stools in the kitchen,...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 151

The howling was discernable the moment they cleared the thickest of the woods and began the rise up the hill toward the Big House and the village. It would be arguable how much of it could be heard clearly from the village proper or up the hill in Rotary House but no doubt everyone around could hear something coming from...
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Sun Kissed Innsmouth
Part 150

“Jacquo.”

Felecia nearly whispered and the youth ducked away from the word as if slapped by it.

A few moments of silence were left in reserve while Felecia waited for the youth to say something, anything.

“Jacquo.”

“What is it. He keeps on saying that word and then talks to dead people or the walls besides for hours.”

Felecia didn’t...
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