
Dust and Decay - Chapter 24 - By Sean P. Wallace
They shared tinned beans and dried fruit in silence. Matthew was withdrawn, sullen. Deep bags pulled at his eyes.

They shared tinned beans and dried fruit in silence. Matthew was withdrawn, sullen. Deep bags pulled at his eyes.

The nun and the Marshall were dead quiet. Joshua was glad for the peace, but unnerved by it: before their failed ambush, those two’d talked genially, gotten…

Sleep wouldn’t come. At most, Dust got ten minutes at a time. At most. His body wouldn’t shut off.

The most unique cult of That Which Sins were the Tainted. Most who worship the Whore God were vain, self-obsessed.

Dust, Penelope, and Shadows Fade rode for hours, their horses putting their nervous energy into escaping. All too soon, tired as their riders, they slowed.

Long ago, Joshua sacrificed a child to Omnis. A little girl, blonde, orphaned.

Deep below the Solution, William B. Naismith followed the Dreamreaper’s flight across the Badlands via a rough Solution portal. Hands clasped in anticipation.

Waking was sudden as a sniper’s bullet: one moment Dust shot that many-armed thing, a damn tough bastard, and the next he stood where they were ambushed.

The ground fractured at the impact. Displaced grit and sand wafted over Penelope. It smelled medicinal, sharp.

Dust’s posse rode across a wild plain in the twilight, the young man they’d rescued in tow.

The Solution carriage blazed across the Badlands, bright as a hundred lanterns. Least, it felt that way, with them employing no visible protection or stealth.

Horse nickered and snorted as they approached the edge of the Teotek’s wards. Damn happy to get out in the open.