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Pack, Part 33: Spider’s Web

It came together with speed that only unsatisfied youth can create. Hundreds of young men and women, across all fifty states and beyond, responded to Justin’s call. He hadn’t told the whole truth; just what would be useful to tell. … Continue reading

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Pack, Part 32: Interlude

The plane ride was long—but at least the autopilot functioned. Francisco had kept that much working. As the small plane bucked and jerked in the air currents above the east coast, the two passengers sat in silence. Both were thinking, … Continue reading

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Pack, Part 30: Turning Point 1

Buncombe waited for Justin’s heaving chest to calm. Then, not unkindly, he said, “We have to move. They’ll know he’s gone.” Justin nodded, his face pale, his hands shivering. He had felt the twist, the twang in the fabric of … Continue reading

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Pack, Part 29: SWAT

Connor felt the tremor. The Thin Places shifting as a member of his pack was slain. The anger of Archmoore as his mind was banished from action into the world of between where there was no feeling. Halling smiled. He … Continue reading

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Pack, Part 28: Of the Puzzle

The subway rocked and squealed, turning around the bend with a clattering of wheels. Justin was onboard, his disguise discarded. His dyed black hair ruffled in the soft breeze of the stagnant air conditioning. He was nearly alone on the … Continue reading

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Pack, Part 27: Pieces

Lights flashing in a row. Blackness between. Wind—broken glass underfoot. Stumbling, dodging around poles. Fire.   “The subway.” Zerihun’s voice was resigned. “It will be in the subway. Or at least they will be.” They were in the hotel’s shabby … Continue reading

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Pack, Part 26: The Big Apple

Justin squinted in the hard winter light as he stepped out of the airport. A phone with the numbers of his fellow Pack members was in his pocket, a small pistol that he had no intention of using was in … Continue reading

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