I ducked under an overpass to escape the sudden #deluge and something in the shadows rustled. I edged away, my hand brushing against a doorknob. What was that doing here? What was this place? As the shadow moved toward me, I turned the knob. #whistpr
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Signs
The #detour sign was a cheerful yellow, the alternate road well-paved and abundantly lit. She saw nothing lurking ominously in the shadows beyond the verge, and her car was one of many. She felt no fingers of dread crawling up her #spine. But she should have.
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Out of Time
I was so startled to see the key to the dimensional portal half-buried in the #river mud that I dropped my careful modern speech. “Saints alive! What a #queer #silver key!” Amy looked at me oddly. “Saints alive? Queer? You’ll be calling me chum next.”
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