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Ch. 82 Scouting the Hellgate

Author: Jon Klement
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-09 22:43:23

It had been almost a year since the events of Memorial Day weekend 2024. Dust Bowl, Arizona being a town of only 2000 people, only had so many resources for clean up from what had happened the year before. It was true that the Dirt had been an annual event from the end of World War II in the 1940’s until it was ended in 2024. The residents had recovered from its aftermath year after year, maintaining their town as a viable part of Arizona’s tourist industry. You could say they were very practiced at it. They would unboard windows and clean up the streets. The Dirt substance itself had always just disappeared like pixie dust once the proscribed week-long time period of the curse was over. So, too, the Green Sludge disappeared. But 2024 had been different.

Never before had the Dirt brought a Kandahar giant to the town. Or a Slitherer. Or a horde of concentration camp zombies. The town simply could not bounce back from the Dirt storm of 2024 the way it had from all the previous Dirt st
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