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No! He refused to believe these! He still believed that I was the one who killed Holly. It was pouring. Brandon ran in the rain. “Mr. Fuller, where are you going?” His assistant chased behind him. “You have gastritis. You can’t be in the rain. You’ll be sick! Come back. I brought an umbrella for you!” However, Brandon did not turn around. The rain was cooling the irritation in him. In the security control room, Brandon roared at the workers.

She could’ve made it to the door unnoticed if they were humans, Kimberly thought to herself feeling slightly annoyed. “Sweetie, I know you must be hungry. I made…” “I need some fresh air.” Kimberly said, cutting her off. This made Christine really sad, Kimberly could see it. She was a bit touched and had wanted to immediately apologize, but she had to keep up her act. “O-okay. Go ahead.” Christine quietly said and turned around, returning back to the kitchen. # “Hello?” Alan answered his phone after two rings. “Hello, beta Alan. This is beta Donald from the white moon pack.”

I know something isn’t right. I step down from the podium, worried, and meet the others at the door. “In the end, you didn’t have to do anything. You did very well, Estela,” Mónica says, smiling as she sees me arrive. “Exactly. Surely they didn’t see it coming, haha,” Mark adds, offering his support. Suddenly, my vision blurs, and their words fade into the air. I walk through a park unlike any in the city. The streetlamps emit not light, but a strange, dense smoke that smells like gasoline. Bloodstains trickle across the ground, and I hear a sob in the distance.

The world didn't explode, didn't vanish. It just…stopped being threatened. And that's the first stab of something awful. Dust motes danced in the air after everything settled—stone dust and ash. The air got cooler, like a fever breaking. Then the scary, gaping hole to who-knows-where sealed itself shut with a sound like the world taking a final, shaky breath. Just… *poo f*. No noise, no buildings falling down, no angry voice from the sky. Only quiet.

The earth responds to her sovereign command, instantly drying the suffocating mud into harmless, crumbly sand that frees our trapped warriors. With a sound like a collective sigh rushing across a desert plain, the thick, heavy slurry hardens, cracks, and crumbles into loose, dry earth in a matter of seconds. The suction vanishes entirely, allowing our winter wolves and human warriors to easily shake off the dust and climb out of the dry basins onto solid ground.

"Come here. I do not bite." I walked over, pulling the furry hood over my head down tightly and exhaling cold air. I crouched beside him and watched him dig past the mountain of snow. After a few seconds, he reached sand and grabbed a handful of it. He opened his palm in front of my face and raised a brow. I exhaled again and pinched the sand. I felt like powder. Even more, looking at it closely, though it could pass for sand, it glowed like Faery Dust. It wasn't exactly sand. I looked down at the hole and the sparkly dust.

The Dustmother. She is not woman, though she wears the shape. Her body is silt and sediment, built from powdered grave-dust, her eyes glowing like burnt-out stars. Her hair drifts behind her like smoke from an ancient funeral pyre. Where her feet touch the stone, time ages, the rock cracks, the moss withers. “You should not have named them,” the Dustmother says. Her voice is not loud. But it echoes through things that never spoke. Seren does not flinch.

But after a moment, his expression turned into one of confusion. “What’s going on?” He tried again, but his body still gave no reaction. “The Divine Hall sure is a crazy organization,” Dustin said meaningfully. When he saw those two assassins self-combust while in Lannopolis, he was surprised. Later, he tried to investigate their ashes but could not find anything, so he had some guesses. After he met Ruben, he managed to confirm those guesses. “You have a poison within you called the Fire Crystal. It releases heat once it’s activated with pure energy, and it will cause a person to go up in flames, which will reduce their corpses to ashes, and they will leave n

My vision was still swimming, but the black and white static began to recede, replaced by a dull, monochromatic grey. We were on what appeared to be the surface of an enormous, dead celestial body. It was vast, scarred, and ancient, covered in intricate, swirling patterns that looked like long-forgotten script etched by unimaginable forces. This was the cosmic dust cloud, the remnant of an old god. A place where the very concept of hope had been systematically flayed from existence.

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

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