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Wrong Station by Wrong Station - 5d ago

That’s not to say I ever stopped fearing fish, but by the time I stepped through the doors of the aquarium that fear had been buried ..read more
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Wrong Station by Wrong Station - 3w ago

“And what do you ask in return?” She said. The Druj shook her head at the question, as though saddened by a small, suspicious mind ..read more
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Wrong Station by Wrong Station - 1M ago

So staring at this painting every day, well, you can imagine the kinds of tricks my mind started playing on me. Or at least, that I ..read more
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Wrong Station by Wrong Station - 1M ago

But the Hunter was not fazed; if anything, their tawny eyes seemed to catch light. They passed back and forth in front of the dead animal, ..read more
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Wrong Station by Wrong Station - 2M ago

It was the sort of place with the same number of people in it at 11am and 2am, and often the exact same ones. You could stick your head in ..read more
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Wrong Station by Wrong Station - 2M ago

The solitude, on the other hand, was, what’s the word? Palpable. I wasn’t at all prepared for it. They tried to tell us, but it’s ..read more
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Wrong Station by Wrong Station - 3M ago

I remember even now, holding tight to my brother Thorsten’s arm as our grandmother described the Draugr’s corpse-blue flesh, his long ..read more
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Wrong Station by Wrong Station - 3M ago

The meat hissed as it slapped onto the grill, and the Pit Master pressed down with his chrome spatula, not hard enough to release the ..read more
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Wrong Station by Wrong Station - 4M ago

“It was big.” “How big?” “Big.” I saw it a few nights after that. I was sitting in the kitchen, and I heard what I thought was ..read more
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Wrong Station by Wrong Station - 4M ago

Tradition has it they come out of the mountains once a year at Golowan Night, in midsummer, to visit the Town. They walk the streets; see ..read more

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