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Sunkissed Innsmouth

Part Twenty Eight

Felecia crept away from the shack and the two men busy divvying up Mullens’ stolen goods. A brisk walk back to the mob showed Phillip encased and fallen to apathetic silence. He was never going to get any answers and the increasingly agitated crowd was forcing his hand.

Even if she could reach Phillip, even with them both armed, combined...
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Sunkissed Innsmouth

Part Twenty Seven

More faces from farther away were turning then. More determinately angry people were walking away from the main argument over to the fresh sounds of shouting. Felecia didn’t have time to get tangled up in drunkards or men who wanted to abuse her. The lout grabbed her arm, it was an affront, an assault, he was already twisting and yanking....
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Sunkissed Innsmouth

Party Twenty Six

Felecia didn’t dare speak anymore, not then, not after Phillip’s continuous wall of reasons and excuses. They were on their way to the nearside of the beach where the village ended, on their way to where all the commotion was coming from. She changed tactics, wanting to flesh out any chance of an option to do what was clearly the...
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Sunkissed Innsmouth

Part Twenty Five

Felecia was confused and angered by such a quick and flippant response. There was already ample evidence that Mullens’ son likely didn’t have anything to do with the murders, and even if he did, what about the law?

Felecia didn’t frequent the town, no one from Rotary house did. Trips were very rare and only made when father was still...
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Sunkissed Innsmouth

Part Twenty Four

“Marge was already a local fixture when I was coming up as a boy. She liked her laudanum and was willing to love anyone who had some. When your family’s fortunes began to dwindle, she took to trying to grow poppies out in the hills. They never took, too cold and damp here on the island. After that she did...
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Sunkissed Innsmouth

Party Twenty Three

The next shack they came to made Mullens’ seem palatial. Many of the small shacks in and especially around the outskirts of the village were single room affairs. Most didn’t have a wash basin. Some didn’t even have a stove. Some were little more than four uneven walls made from broken up shipping crates with a tired, tar paper roof....
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I have and will always believe in shouting the prospect of "being one of the good ones." Not one of the right ones, or one of the strong ones, or one of the winning ones, none of that shit matters because in the end no one will remember you for anything but being one of the good ones.

Be good and when you can't be,...
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Sunkissed Innsmouth

Part Twenty Two

Phillip stood up and left without a word. Felecia scanned the small hovel for a few more moments before tip toeing out as though her full footfalls might disturb the rigid corpse splayed out on the floor.

Felecia noticed Phillip stomping through the fresh mud left by the recent storm that managed to turn most of the snow to slush...
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Sunkissed Innsmouth

Party Twenty One

Phillip didn’t shout or find some spot on the floor to look at, he kept his eyes on the corpse, mostly the hideous face with its locked look of pained anguish. “Can’t say I’m surprised. You should have told me when it happened.”

“I…”

Felecia started and stopped, lost in other thoughts as she looked closer at the corpse and...
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