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Chapter 01: I’ll Leave You To Your Being Sick
Grave robbing requires a corpse, so at most, this was all just simple thievery. At least, that’s what Rhamuel liked to tell himself as any proper heir to the abandoned goods he was claiming may have...
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Chapter 02: And Wouldn’t You Know It, Here We Are
An old man and a young man sat across from each other in a bar, locking stares with joy and fear, and while the young man had a simple question, the old man would be dead in seven minutes. … Tincture,...
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Chapter 03: I’ll Still Be Short, If You’ll Be Still
Old Mother placed her hands in her lap, gestured to the wooden table at her side, and ordered the boy to practice a decision of fate. … Tincture, An Apocalyptic Proposition, Chapter Four Music in...
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Chapter 04: Lest We All Take a Dive Into the Blackness Together
Rhamuel inhaled deeply through his nose, and pondered the world. They’d made camp under a billboard, and after having been awoken by Rhamuel gently sprinkling sand into his ear, Marcus began to...
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Chapter 05: I’d Be Happier If We’d All Take a Long Walk
Paper football or a rubber-band shootout did well to occupy those lulls in the night, but nothing passed the time quite like a gunshot victim. … Tincture, An Apocalyptic Proposition, Chapter Six Music...
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Chapter 06: Feeding Out Among the Crows
They arrived at dark, and it was the men on rooftop with loaded rifles that cemented Rhamuel’s distaste for strangers. … Tincture, An Apocalyptic Proposition, Chapter Seven Music in Tincture, Chapter...
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Chapter 07: Memories Don’t Work Like We Wish They Did
Excerpted from: Revenants of War An Attempted Guide for Safe Warrant after The Whatever To the forfeit wanderers and other wayward souls living in the scar: This is a poor excuse for a travel guide,...
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Chapter 08: When You Turn Heel On My Family
The rumbling engine of the big motor was loud enough to drown out her thoughts, and for once, Abranyah was glad for it. … Tincture, An Apocalyptic Proposition, Chapter Nine Music in Tincture, Chapter...
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Chapter 09: Broken For As Long As I Can Remember
How he’d awoken in the middle of tall grass probably should’ve been his first question—but instead—Rhamuel simply wanted to know what time it was. … Tincture, An Apocalyptic Proposition, Chapter Ten...
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Chapter 10: It Gets Worse The Closer You Go
Excerpted from: Revenants of War An Attempted Guide for Safe Warrant after The Whatever Some think The Whatever came in the form of an all-out piece of military vengeance, someone with their mitts too...
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Chapter 11: We Live Amongst the Dust
There was a solemn nature about a place designed to fly folk around the landscape—especially one now long past use—but the way Rhamuel figured, it was just a big graveyard without any bodies. …...
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Chapter 12: Come and Gather Your Soon Regrets
Stirring, Abranyah woke, and after a small stretch of lip smacking and unfocused blinking, she saw that Rhamuel was covered in blood. … Tincture, An Apocalyptic Proposition, Chapter Thirteen Music in...
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Chapter 13: Let’s Find the Gunshot Man
Rhamuel watched the helicopter effortlessly lift into the air, and he briefly pondered how useful such a thing could be out in the barren. … Tincture, An Apocalyptic Proposition, Chapter Fourteen Music...
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Chapter 14: What Lovely Old Bones You Are
Every time he balanced one of the massive tobacco jars between his arthritic fingers, Morris briefly considered escape. … Tincture, An Apocalyptic Proposition, Chapter Fifteen Music in “Tincture”...
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Chapter 15: You Ever Go Hunting for the Holy?
Excerpted from: Revenants of War An Attempted Guide for Safe Warrant after The Whatever One of the hardest things to reckon out in the wide barren, times as they are, is not only losing folk that you...
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Chapter 16: Time Moves Funny Now, As It Is
Rachel liked the smell of a wood fire, yet, she felt a bit more uncomfortable when that smell—and the fire—were indoors. She blinked her eyes rapidly, taking in the scent of things, then, when they...
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Chapter 17: His Army Was Mist and Smoke
The sun had left the day, times as they were, and Allgood was set for blood. … Tincture, An Apocalyptic Proposition, Chapter Eighteen Music in “Tincture” Chapter Seventeen: Zero V – Notch Tom Fahy –...
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Chapter 18: The Mad Sheriff of Allgood
Marcus felt like he was drowning, and his imminent demise tasted of ginger root. … Tincture, An Apocalyptic Proposition, Chapter Nineteen Music in “Tincture” Chapter Eighteen: Jahzzar – Whisper Trans...
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Chapter 19: And Dust You Shall Eat
The shiny black motor flew across the barren, and vengeance followed. As Abranyah piloted, Rhamuel sat in the passenger side window well, one palm on the roof of the motor, the other wrapped around the...
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Book 2, Chapter 01: You Carry Cannons
Truth found little purchase in a barren sown with lies, and this went doubly so for the Devil. When time turned funny, most folk looked to one another as they struggled through their day-to-day,...
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Book 2, Chapter 02: Three Years On, We Think
The boy was long past making his decisions of fate. The green canvas he’d wrapped around his nose and mouth had been chafing for the better part of the day, but he had finally reached town, so the...
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Book 2, Chapter 03: Just A Little Brimstone
She’d arrived at dark, and it was the men with loaded rifles that cemented Rachel’s distaste for strangers. She had been standing in the open field for almost thirty minutes, she figured, and under...
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Book 2, Chapter 04: Day Isn’t Over Yet
Excerpted from: Revenants of War An Attempted Guide for Safe Warrant After The Whatever So much we don’t understand, so much we’re trying to quilt together, so much that we never will. Days, hours, and...
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Book 2, Chapter 05: The Flavor of a Ruse
Marcus had always thought of gambling as a fool’s exercise, and this was his usual justification for losing at cards. “That’s three of the same shape and color,” quipped Gordius. “That means I claim...
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Book 2, Chapter 06: Stay Safe, Stay Quiet
I begin my day with calisthenics, then soon after, I start withdrawing my own blood. Without an accurate view of the sun, my internal clock is sufficient to ensure I awake properly, however, the...
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Book 2, Chapter 07: Let Us Do The Numbers
To enjoy fishing, a body didn’t require much by way of supplies—but water was a good start. In two old chairs sat two old men, Eloy and Emmett, twins by birth. The creaky old barn served up a good dose...
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Book 2, Chapter 08: The Devil Pulls Six-Guns
None of this felt real. Abranyah ran her palms over her jacket, the same brown duster she’d been wearing since taking on the mantle of sheriff. It was night, sort of, but everything was covered in a...
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Book 2, Chapter 09: Now We’re Crazy Together
Vagueness and the inevitable questions it created only frustrated Rachel, and she had decided that her current predicament was simply one spot too many. “Sorry, from up here it sounded like you said...
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Book 2, Chapter 10: You’re Looking At Him
Excerpted from: Revenants of War An Attempted Guide for Safe Warrant After The Whatever Let us be practical. Most bodies who wander in and out of their day, they do it while accepting a relative amount...
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Book 2, Chapter 11: Those Who Hunt You
Unlike most in the barren, Barabbas was unconditional. Marcus, Yerses, and Devil were still asleep, the trio lying around the smolders of the previous night’s fire—the two decoy fires still within...
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Book 2, Chapter 12: There’s No Road
With a shriek and a rumble, the black car awoke. Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. She tested the clutch pedal and pushed the gear shifter into a variety of patterns, then held her thumb out of the...
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Book 2, Chapter 13: And So I Give You Back
The day had started to stretch on, and there were always more questions. The animals were silent, distanced at the far end of the property near Urcent’s odorous work barn, and everyone else was out in...
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Book 2, Chapter 14: Reserves of Mercy
.2201 I met the most interesting man today. He sleeps at the fire while I write this, another few inches of bulk to my daily carry, but I find the exercise of keeping a journal cathartic. His name is...
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Book 2, Chapter 15: Pray For The Devil
“I have every confidence in his ability to avoid a well deserved death,” said Abranyah. She only considered the words after she had said them, surprised that she had actually meant them. Marcus shook...
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Book 2, Chapter 16: The Thick of Things
Rachel stepped back into the church and spat on the floor. “Well we’ve got lights again, no thanks to you,” she said. “In the movies when they siphon gas out of a car, they never throw up. Guess who...
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Book 2, Chapter 17: Preparing Buckets
This wasn’t the first time that something had tried to kill Abranyah. It was, however, the first attempt with a cannon. … Tincture, Book 2, Chapter Eighteen Music in Tincture: Book 2, Chapter...
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Book 2, Chapter 18: I’m Not Really Here
Excerpted from: Revenants of War An Attempted Guide for Safe Warrant After The Whatever Much has been mired in speculation of the burnouts, most of it the mealy speech of a drunkard, or on occasion...
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Book 2, Chapter 19: Amen All The Same
The tanker was always a curiosity for Rachel. “What are you looking for?” she asked. “You said you had an idea?” Arachal was bent over the front seats of his black Mustang and rifling through the glove...
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Book 3, Chapter 01: Carry Us In Pursuit
Old splinters whistle. Everything across The Scar has aged long past the reek of decay, more so worn, faded, and abused by the transient miscellany that wandered through it over and over and over....
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Book 3, Chapter 02: King of the Game
This was the kind of fruitless nonsense that permeated The Scar—a seeming irregularity of principle and purpose to things. A body could rub a book to ash in their fingers. They could then take a step...
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Book 3, Chapter 03: In Fear and Sleep
Rhamuel kept folks on a spectrum of his own design, the range beginning somewhere around “tolerate,” and ending near “abject avoidance.” Abranyah once asked where the disdain found its origination...
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Book 3, Chapter 04: Two Arms Between Us
The ways a body tends to crave its own undoing is a humanistic riddle that I no longer wish to endure. A short way to speak it, I suppose: my empathy muscles have atrophied. … Music in Tincture: Book...
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Book 3, Chapter 05: It’ll Make Perfect Sense
An otherwise normal day in an otherwise normal life, time as it was. Tom had been fostering a general sense of unease for a while now, yet like a weird sort of depression, he had difficulty pinpointing...
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Book 3, Chapter 06: Witness To Our Song
Even in that too-bright light of the morning, Abranyah always struggled to wake with it. She preferred to sleep as long as possible, but the sun would eventually prove to be an enemy—fuel for whatever...
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Book 3, Chapter 07: We Are Strangers Again
Torches had never done Allgood much favor, but that they lit up a question or two in the good populace was useful. Two old branches lit the stench of thoroughfare just before the bar-house, the tips...
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Book 3, Chapter 08: Send It To The Twins
Tom smiled and nodded with the applause, but when the meeting resumed he went right back to staring directly into the center of a donut. … Music in Tincture: Book 3, Chapter Eight: Cullah – Please...
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Book 3, Chapter 09: Play It For The Box Man
We are always starving. It sort of goes with the territory—this being hungry in every odd tick of the day. An empty belly and its degrees of unpleasantness is better than any watch or sundial, and no...
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Book 3, Chapter 10: How Those Words Fall On Us
King’s office was surprisingly empty for a man of his resources. There was no special reason for it—he was in charge of it all, the whole enterprise, but cared little for the more obvious of comforts...
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Book 3, Chapter 11: Six More Things to Do
Knucklebones stepped one leathery bare foot into the plastic pool, bright and faded colors both rippling under the liquid. Filth bloomed in arcs from his foot, dirt and barren clouding the chemicals....
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