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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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Sunkissed Innsmouth

Part Twenty

As best as Felecia could tell from her time among the village, Phillip owed the people there nothing. His position didn’t come with any perks, perceived or realized. As much as Felecia disagreed with his decision, he gave Rotary house the lion’s share of their hunt because he believed it was the only way to save the village. Nearly everything he...
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Sunkissed Innsmouth

Part Nineteen

There was also the threat. Felecia thought about that as she laid in her shelter and shivered while the snow fell. Who would there be to tell? Most of the villagers still viewed her as a stranger if not a continued curiosity. How could someone from the big house, someone from the vaulted house of Conway, be slumming and dressing like...
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Sunkissed Innsmouth

Part Eighteen

The snow hit once again and then harder and after that a third time and so long that there was no more telling the usual muddy lanes of the small village except for where the buildings stood and hardly anyway to tell the lane leading up to Rotary house or the fences of the goat pens except for the tops of...
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Sunkissed Innsmouth

Part Seventeen

At the time…

Soon enough it seemed all Felecia had was time. She only spoke to the groundskeeper’s boy when she had to from then on. Autumn surrendered to winter and the few fishermen attached to the village all solemnly swore by their ridiculous superstitions. They wouldn’t teach a girl how to sail or fish and they all barely managed to...
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