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    Open A Break in The Road

    It quickly became obvious that it was him and Jerry who were to reach the explosives. But Trevor was gimped, and he'd seen what would happen to Jerry if the other man went out alone. Where the hell was Koren? Trevor still believed the other boy lived – if only for lack of omens to the...
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    Dare pigs unslaughtered

    „Say you did.“ The coop spoke back, or near enough. „What would it say?“ Zalan didn't look like too bad a guy. But neither did Trevor – appearances were not to be trusted. Could almost glimpse hands not his own, dirty nails and sharp things. But why trust him with this? Why not turn and burn...
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    Dare pigs unslaughtered

    Aah – bound in people then. Those were tricky. Whoever this Lickmark..no no, it was Loanshark..no, didn't sound right... well, whatever his name – he knew his business well. Fashioned a proper chain. „Hope so.“ But he knew better. It rarely lasted. „Well, if you're set on the noose might as...
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    Private know a guy

    Those quick to drink were also quick to wake. And the wee hours of morning found him twiceblessed. Looked to the foot of the bed to see all his clothes neatly folded. And that's how he knew he got properly fucked up last night. An evening barely remembered, and clothes nearly folded nearby. The...
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    Dare pigs unslaughtered

    Held Zalan's hand in greeting before pressing the wet rag to the back of his neck. Guy felt like fire to touch. Funny, that – cause his hands weren't all that warm. „You could see them yourself.“ Looked back to the farm proper. None of those watching over Zalan were all that close. They allowed...
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    Dare pigs unslaughtered

    Regarded the man with more interest now. Because he was familiar with one of his burns. Small world. „Been to Pindhi...'bout a year back.“ Came out without thought. But if something was left of Barrow, Trevor would've liked to know. „Worked Jon's grain and Ethel's orchard... what was left of...
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    Dare pigs unslaughtered

    Took the rag and finally got a look up close. Ropes at arm, but none at the neck. Transport, not a full stop. Strange. He'd seen the escort and the bondage. What did the fucker do to merit all of this? And if he truly was a prisoner, why let him pull the damn weeds? None of it made sense to...
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    Private know a guy

    Wasn't sure if he believed a word Laric'd said. But what was the harm in fulfilling a promise? „It isn't Anna you're looking for.“ Voice of a man who knew things he shouldn't. „It's three of them – and none so named.“ Far too drunk to know how he knew. Too tired to pretend he didn't. „Come...
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    Private know a guy

    Nodded at the use of 'Trevor' – who he wanted to be. Even if, right now, they needed the other guy. „So tell me, Laric...when you find your Annas and they spit in your face.“ Felt more memory than prophecy. Suppose it was both. „When they tell you that coin won't grow new sons, new husbands...
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    Private know a guy

    „We should drink to that, then!“ Called out harder than a sober man would've. Fished his pocket for some coin, but cut off. „Non' a that.“ Slur crept into Lem's speech, somewhere between the third and fourth shot. „Your drinks're all paid up, long as the Cat stan's...“ knocked on wood right...
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    Private know a guy

    „Shame, always wanted to tell 'im to get fucked.“ Hopped into the empty mugs from the other end of the inn. Trevor looked at the bread and wondered... it seemed strange manners to eat your own food in an establishment that served some. Kinda like going to your aunt's house and bringing a snack...
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    Dare pigs unslaughtered

    It was promising to be a good day. One of precious few. Sun had tipped well past the middle and he was yet to reach for a drink. Hands grabbed buckets of slop instead. Troughs filled and pants muddied as the livingpork went about complimenting the cuisine. The lil', mean one, kept splashing mud...
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    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    Fucker didn’t even slip. Blade didn’t even cut. Floor chose old age over memory – so did the step. Was he losing touch? He had been more hesitant in doing things after the most recent mess – but he’d clearly meant to slow the thing down. Was She… fucking with him? And it did happen from time...
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    Private know a guy

    „Oracle?“ Lem broke in half with laughter. Just another scammed fucker. Not much to know there. Even less to learn. Moved back to the parked tray and chugged a third. „So he fucked you too...“ and with that, the tired man moved back to purpose. A drink to everyone, except the three fuckers in...
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    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    Glad to hear something beyond the violence, Trevor may have even smiled a little. A thing he would most fervently deny if anyone pressed. There were still two of them to stand against... whateverthefuck. Light awakened in the hearth, working hard to reach his combustible contraption as it left...
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    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    Trevor had never been of the bravest sort. He just had too long a nose and kept sticking it too close to other people’s business. Yet – when he saw Monroe ragdoll across the room and against the table, like some demented practice dummy… well, he wasn’t fighting that shit, whatever it was. He...
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    Private know a guy

    The way in which the stranger spoke gave Lem some pause. Spoke like one of the nobleborn – and crossing them generally carried more trouble than opportunity. But he also sounded like he wasn't from around Havenby – and that bought some courage. There was no mark or brand of any family Lem knew...
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    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    And he could. An offputting thing of sweet and stale, combating the more usual salts and smokes. Once you've seen enough meat turned to its unmoving form, you developed a nose which could spot the difference between brine and grime. Someone else might mistake it for old blood or a terrible spice...
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    Private The man at Breakleg Castle

    Thunked his head on the stone as he fell. Legs weren't interested in doing much after being worked over. Wasn't even sure where they hit him and where he imagined it. Everything hurt. In a sense, headbutting the floor was a small mercy. Because his ears rung now, and everything felt fuzzier...
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    Private know a guy

    Old Lem was already walking around distributing the paid for shots when he heard the newcomer. Set down the drinks at the wrong table and chugged two of them instantly. Moved over, few conspicuous steps, to stand behind the stranger. „Friend of yours, Trevor?“ „First I'm seeing the fucker. But...
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