Tales from the Zone, by Richard Stanley. Episode 3. “Sous-titres français, that’s what we need.” “Pourquoi?” JC followed at a pace as we crested the rise, the road snaking away behind us, the valley of the Salz almost lost in the mist below. A brand new razor wire fence ran along the right hand side […]
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The tower room door rattled, squealing on its hinges as my principle apprentice, JC, entered the oddly shaped chamber. The bearded youth looked bleary eyed as if he’d just rolled out of bed, ginger dreads hidden by the scruffy hooded mantle wrapped about his shoulders, a smouldering cheroot already clenched in one hand. I didn’t
The day after Hallow’een is always a bit of a let down, a sensation akin to finding yourself still seated in the bath tub after all the water has run out. We’d gathered around a bonfire on the riverbank the night before to remember the dead and thank the river and the forest and Pacha
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