Blackwater Val
Glee Deadmond glanced perplexed for a moment at the peculiar black moth before closing her front door and shutting the light off several seconds later.
Seee . . .
Richard snorted. “Right. Fat chance of that happening.” He shivered, listening to Katie’s giggles rise to a screeching pitch as they hurried through the dusky gloom, toward the Blazer.
8
William Salt kneeled in the dirt of Old North Cemetery, holding a stoneware plate in both hands overhead, as the evening fog crept stealthily into the sunken depressions around him. On the plate were a few ears of corn, some pumpkin seeds and various nuts, a sweet potato, and a fresh channel catfish pulled from the Rock River by him the previous da
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