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"Rotten brains get launched out of the split open ruins of the thing’s head. Died for real this time, no doubt about that. What comes out of its head holds none of that pinkish grey color that horror movies tell us healthy brains are supposed to look like. These brains are blue and black, the...
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She decides...5 liters...
"Garrett looks back to the old parking lot, considering the few inches of soft, fresh fallen snow that Robarts landed into."
“He’ll die from the cold now, laying out there squawking like a baby bird with a shattered spine until sleep takes him.”
"Gris smiles behind her ghastly mask, “He earned it.”
“As will we all. There is no undoing the mistakes...
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Only madness remains...5 Liters
"The man still laying on his bedroll takes notice and begins speaking, not yelling for his fellows or trying to warn them, just busily begging for his own life. He starts inching away from Garrett while putting his hands up defensively. “Oh god, please no. I’m so sick, I ain’t a problem for you, please…”
"Garrett walks over to the man...
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A woman laughs…5 liters...

"It’s an awful sound, a thing entirely devoid of mirth. Nowhere near the heartfelt omnipresence of a witch’s cackle and nothing like the innocent laughter of a girl stumbling her way into womanhood. Garrett jumps at the sound and he considers and then reconsiders the woman resting nearby. He listens carefully and he hears Gris using a voice not at all...
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"Lucan laughed again, catching himself in a coughing fit as he did so. “You’ve kept me here for three days. Clinging to life, holding onto it for me with both hands. Feeding me forbidden fruits and boiled snow. I told you weeks ago, there’s something wrong with me and I know it. I’ve been misfiring from the neck up for years now, hell, maybe my...
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Lie for a living...5 liters...

"Lucan didn’t cough, or wheeze, or waver in the least. His hand was steady and his finger found the trigger deftly. A face that was only moments ago wracked with sickness and unease, cleared with new found purpose as Lucan tested his voice and found it lacking."

"Lucan ran a bloated tongue over his teeth and found the spit he...
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What will the kids say...5 liters...

“Those who drank it all up used to vacation in this stuff. Can you imagine it? They would drive their horseless carriages up into these mountains and pay large sums of their meaningless money to sleep in other people’s houses so that they could wake up early in the morning and strap thin lengths of lacquered wood to their...
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Can't hug a memory...5 liters...

“You really do believe your tribe is dead, don’t you?”

"Garrett positions a piece of flank meat over the fire. “I try not to think about it, but yes, I know it in my bones.”

“You’ve been wrong before, often.”

"Garrett chuckles as he considers the dim light shining through the partially buried cabin window. “For a fact, I have...
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The Crone...5 liters

“You don’t even know me.”

"The old woman cackled then, a few dry barks that choked off in a spasm of coughs. “Sheriff’s whelp, teacher’s pet to the haughty dyke on her hill, apprentice to that miserly doctor until you couldn’t even hack that.”

"Garrett found himself more able to return the old woman’s hateful gaze. He was still busy forming a...
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