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Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 26Part 26
Sweet Jesus, what have I done to him?
Nathan was quiet, his forehead throbbing from how tightly his brows were knotted. He waited a moment while Scott cried, then leaned forward between the front seats so he could look at him directly. "Hey." He waited for his coworker to look up. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. I... didn't realize just how bad it was for you..."
But Scott shook his head. "No," he said, calming some, wiping his eyes again on his sleeve. "No, it's alright. It probably would've been worse if kept in in." He still shook. "Just... if Enya asks, can you explain? I don't want to have try and tell it to her. I don't think I can."
Nathan nodded solemnly. "Okay." He drew a deep breath. "Why don't we go inside? Maybe we can get something for your wrists, at least."
There was another moment of silence between them, but they soon left the car and walked inside the bookshop. Scott stayed behind Nathan, looking at the ground, and the writer had to slow his
Echoes - Episode 1: Pilot
Episode 1: Pilot
The Voodoo Queen: a bar and one of the few safe havens outside of the walls of New Detrick. The monsters may have appeared decades ago, destroying most of the cities and devastating the landscape of the Earth, but mankind was recovering. Some places fared better than others, becoming Economic Zones where society moved on, crippled but not destroyed by the apocalypse. Other places, like the city that surround the fort-turned-establishment, were left in nothing but ruins. Detrick itself only survived because it was a military base and readily defensible. It became a bastion of hope for the city's remaining citizens. Still, some weren't allowed within the fort's protective barriers. These foreigners, called Outlanders, were looked at with a fearful eye: what if they were monsters themselves? What if they destroyed what was left of the city? Shunned, the only places they had for sanctuary were the small, outlying establishments that were willing to offer shelter. Th
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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