Sin Eaters
Fiction by Arbogast | Worst of all were the two empty eye sockets. The black holes did not show and could not show emotion. A smile was impossible too, as her lips were long gone
read moreFiction by Arbogast | Worst of all were the two empty eye sockets. The black holes did not show and could not show emotion. A smile was impossible too, as her lips were long gone
read moreFiction by Arbogast | For the first time in years, the young and vigorous special agent could not stop his phlegm-covered lungs from coughing, nor could he heal his aching head. It felt worse than a cold, but not as bad as the Spanish flu, which had once put Lieutenant Midnight of the famed Yankee Division on the shelf for the entirety of January 1919
read moreFiction by Arbogast | The special agent for the Society of Gentlemen Geographers was ready for the case to end. He had been tracking the theft of the crimson scarab ever since it had been purloined at a party put on by the Society in Cairo
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