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09 – i – The Strategist
“The Prescient’s abilities continue to perplex, and the nature of The Director’s genius remains shrouded in mystery.” The Strategist leaned back in his seat, ruminating on the report he had received. While it was true that The Stalker was not particularly adept at the art of writing reports—the entire thing was written as if it were a middle school book essay—her lack of practice had forced The Strategist to develop his own skills in reading between the lines. It took some effort to filter…-
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10 – The Invitation
“It is a trap.” “Of course it is a trap. How could it not be a trap?” “Nobody just invites all their enemies to one place for a chat. I guarantee the food is poisoned, the spikes in the pitfalls are sharpened, and the ceiling will collapse to turn all of us into Hunter sandwiches.” Erika glanced over, frowning at Rick before shaking her head and looking over the rest of the group gathered in Varn’s. All The Hunters were on deck today, including the more ancillary members—The Fixer,…-
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11 – The Many Rings
The laundromat exterior hadn’t changed since the last time Erika stopped by with Leslie. Boards covered the windows, a For Lease sign hung from the door, bits of paint peeled from the brickwork, and somehow, even the weathered old bike rack outside looked uninviting. Peering through a crack in the window boards, Erika saw nothing but an empty tiled room, lit only by a faint few streams of light piercing through other cracks. There was a faint film around the entire building. It couldn’t obstruct…-
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12 – Cultish Investigations
“You guys often drive to creepy old towns with barely enough of a population to field a football team?” Erika kept her eyes on the road as she carried on her small talk. The cracked and weathered asphalt of the rural roads bobbed and weaved, failing to maintain a straight line for more than a hundred yards. A slight glance to Sofia and the road might curve right out from under them, leaving Erika’s truck careening straight into one of the many trees that lined the paved street. The overcast…-
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13 – Hall of Memories
The Hall of Memories remained cool and dry despite the weather outside. Every bit of moisture in the air got sucked away, leaving the humidity so low that Erika felt like she was drying out. It had to be the salt. Between every corpse, dried out and mummified, sat a large pillar of salt carved in intricate shapes and designs. Erika passed a reared-up horse, a miniature pine tree with individual needles, a cornucopia overflowing with fruits and vegetables, and more besides, all made from salt. Erika’s…-
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14 – Hall of Preservation
Erika let her fingers trail over a black marble column. It felt smooth and cold to the touch. Thin white fissures ran through in chaotic, disjointed patterns that stretched high up toward the vaulted ceiling of the corridor. Moving to the stained glass window, she pressed her face right up against it in an attempt to peer outside. She couldn’t see a single thing. Even though the corridor curved slightly, and she should have been able to see the exterior of the part she just walked through, there was…-
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15 – Silence Eternal
Erika realized that she might have been an idiot. With the downfall of two gods notched on her belt, Erika saw another god and figured she could cross a third off her list. The Final Judge wasn’t even a massive monster, just a little, human-sized skeleton—hardly worth raising a bat over. The Monk looked more intimidating, the maggots were more disgusting, even a zombie felt frightening. But it was a god. And Erika was an idiot. The Final Judge stood from the throne with the gravity of a…-
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16 – The Bench
Erika’s heart skipped a beat as she stepped fully into the chamber, wondering if she should have looked around for a different exit before jumping straight in front of the god again. The Final Judge sat slumped on an elevated platform at the far end of a long room. Pews of dark stone stretched from side to side, broken only where the aisle ran up the center. With its vaulted ceiling, hanging candelabras, and stained glass running up and down the walls, the chamber gave off a church-like vibe. Only…-
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“I’m afraid there isn’t much more I can do for you. To most other patients, I would suggest rest and recovery. Your body wouldn’t benefit, unfortunately.” The Hanged Man drew in a deep breath, tasting the doctor’s genuine apology in his words. He hadn’t expected any other response. Revenant, Specter-class being, scourge… zombie, even. In the years since he woke up dead, he had heard just about every name, term, and slur for those like him. While there were a great many myths and…
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18 – Lingering Stress
Erika sat with her hands clasped together under her nose, elbows resting on the table in Varn’s back room. A glass cake dome sat dead center of the table, stopping anyone from accidentally bumping into the turquoise-encrusted ring. The Warrior’s ring box was closed, but that hadn’t helped Erika back at the morgue. It hadn’t done a thing since they got it out of Safe Harbor; no doors opened to weird spaces, nobody heard any whispers or compulsions to mummify people, and no grim reapers popped out…-
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