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Salem Underground
Adrenaline. Pounding heart. Stumbling feet. Sweaty palms. Reeling head. Dark night. Tall trees. Rain. Sooner or later, his feet got one step ahead of his mind, and he collapsed on ...
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Collision
The thorn bushes lining the muddy creek tore at his flesh with brutal force as he ran. He had been running for quite some time now. For his own sake, ...
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Collision (Part One)
The thorn bushes lining the muddy creek tore at his flesh with brutal force as he ran. He had been running for quite some time now. For his own sake, ...
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Collision (Part Two)
Sylvia Dublin stood, half-asleep, at the counter in the showroom of her flower store. It had been a long day, preparing flower arrangements for three separate weddings. She never expected ...