The city has a thousand stories… what will yours be?
“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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