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Trail's End, Part 1

“I’ve got to go.” I didn’t even look back as I stuffed necessities into my pack, buckled my crossbow quiver against my hip and tugged on my gloves. “It’s important. There isn’t time.” I opened the door.

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The Ghost Scions: Flamefist

“Kids these days,” Echo muttered, wincing as Credence gently lifted her foot to her shoulder and leaned forward slightly, hands pulling back at the muscles of her thigh. Echo’s knee gave a sad little creak and burned, the pain ebbing back as Credence loosened her hold and gently lowered the limb to the bedspread. Echo let out a few breaths before she opened her eyes again.

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The Mums

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Always

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Lost and Found

When the knock came on the door of House DeWynter, Kjerstin almost didn't answer it.  Echo and Credence had gone out somewhere, and all she wanted was to be left alone.  She had cut down a ghoul that morning with a face like Garrett's.  Though, after nearly two weeks, she was starting to see her family in every glimpse of an undead face.  She needed to get out of here.  She got up and went to the door.

"Kjerstin Engel?"  The uniformed man couldn't have been more than eighteen, but he wore the livery of the Argent Dawn.

"That's me."

By Special Courier

Dear Miss Martin;

It has been some time since last we spoke, and I am simply writing to see if all is well with you.  I was otherwise engaged when most recently you and the lady Black returned to my hospitality.  A shame, as I relish your company, and any time spent with you is most enjoyable indeed.  I do regret my inability to host a dinner, or other entertainment, but my attention was needed elsewhere.

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Hope Fades

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Dear Dad,

I wish I could write with better news.  I have confirmed that Lise is dead.  A Forsaken plaguebringer at what remains of the farms was wearing her wedding ring.  Before he died of his wounds, he admitted that he had taken it from a body of a woman.  He didn't live long enough to describe any others he had seen.  Clearly I need to refine my technique.

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The Shattering: Reflections

Stormwind Harbor, usually placid, washed and heaved.

Echo looked out from the quarterdeck of the houseboat, narrowing her eyes as a hot wind seethed over her face.  Under the black night sky the horizon glowed strangely orange.

She had a feeling no elementals would invade tonight.

“Credence,” she called, turning to descend into the ship.  “I think we should go below.  And batten the hatches.”


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Finish Line

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Without Fear

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Complications

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When Cannons Fade

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((Meh!  More to come))

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