The city has a thousand stories… what will yours be?
"The Messenger" - Part Three The sun was setting when Warren exited the woods and stepped onto the main path into Fenway. He hefted his pack and then patted his leather satchel, reminding himself that it was there. He sighed, resigning himself to another day spent on the road. As he walked, Warren …
“The Messenger” Part Two: Brella Brella awoke early the next morning to the smell of a world washed clean. She lifted her head from the rolled-up carpet that served as her pillow and she peered out of the small window of her loft.. The water gardens below were swollen with rain but …
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Warren Teague trudged down a forested back road in an unscheduled rain, his saturated boots caked in rich brown mud. He kept his hood up and his head down against the relentless onslaught, humming a tune in time to his sloshing steps and the drip of rainwater off his nose. It was a rhythmic tune …
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