"She wasn’t one for icebreakers. I didn’t argue because she’d be dead soon besides."
By Eric BrewsterHe’d planted his daughters there, but they’d borne no fruit. He called it a farm though that was the exact thing is wasn’t.
By David Connerly NahmNeither man screams. The only sound is the sound of a body breaking. These two have been playing this game for centuries.
By Kate BrittainA journalist investigating a suspicious death near the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation finds that his questions are more than just questions.
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