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Dust and Sand - Chapter 33- FINAL CHAPTER - By Sean P. Wallace
Chapter 33 The sun rose on a new day. Dust was sat on Crucifix’s chapel to greet it; Father Kilkenny’d recommended the spot in a brief conversation before the…
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Dust and Sand - Chapter 32 - By Sean P. Wallace
Chapter 32 Eleanor Naismith was almost giddy as she rode through the Badlands. Her horse, the pathetic beast that it was, trotted gently beneath her.
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Dust and Sand - Chapter 31 - By Sean P. Wallace
Chapter 31 Dust woke to Shadows Fade and Penelope Chalmers dragging him through the cult’s temple.
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Dust and Sand - Chapter 30 - By Sean P. Wallace
Chapter 30 Penelope disrobed and lay on the stone altar. Cold which had previously sucked on her like a tick now caressed her and made her shiver with pleasure.
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Dust and Sand - Chapter 29 - By Sean P. Wallace
Chapter 29 Dust flexed his fingers, his other gun resting comfortably between his hands.
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Dust and Sand - Chapter 28 by Sean P. Wallace
Chapter 28 Shadows Fade followed Dust, the Wanting Man, the herald of the only god who didn’t want to kill her people, out the small storage room and through…
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Dust and Sand - Chapter 27 - By Sean P. Wallace
Chapter 27 Dust’s first response to seeing Shadows Fade was to step back, raise his fists.
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Dust and Sand - Chapter 26 - By Sean P. Wallace
Chapter 26 In the flesh of the earth, someone was singing. “While I draw this… fleeting breath, when mine eyes shall… close in death, when I soar to…
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Dust and Sand - Chapter 25 - By Sean P. Wallace
Chapter 25 The wretched cultist leaned back and flicked Dust’s neck restraint.
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Dust and Sand - Chapter 24 - By Sean P. Wallace
Chapter 24 Father Kilkenny leant against his lectern and took a deep breath before continuing.
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Dust and Sand - Chapter 22 - By Sean P. Wallace
Chapter 22 He was tending to his rituals when the cultist came; making fresh slices in his flesh, collecting, praying and pouring sugar onto the wounds.
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