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Wasteland Tales #7


Elise smells meat cooking, sweet and foul.
It’s her.
So much pain. Such crippling fear.
Lie here, she thinks. Not long to wait.
Not a good life. A bad death, just like so many others. But hers.
Not long to wait.
Then something in her heart gives way, something in her head breaks.
Such terrible rage.
She rolls on to her belly, blackened, smoking.
Not a good life. But hers.
And they took it away.
She crawls into the darkness.
Let the night terrors come. Let the witch take her, if she could.
Somehow. Someway.
She will get her revenge.

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