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A small gathering of two dozen surly faced men milled about the dusty and cracked concrete of the cannery’s old quay. The cannery was defunct and had been for some thirty years now. It had become the domain of the Iron Jackals for some time now, legally purchased but officially unoccupied. It...

The morning was dominated by a wall of dying birdsong and the rumble of a motorcycle’s engine chugging at a steady but lower speed than its greedy pistons demanded, coexisting with an altogether louder than expected and pervasive sound of rustling shrubs. Two figures shared a motorcycle ride...

[Priority Group Chat Message] Wake the fuck up, Bloodstones. Find a buddy, and stay with them. I don't care whose house; the Rail-yard is open for any (so help me god, Liam you better not be alone at that gate). I want everyone accounted for within 15 minutes. I'm sharing a text from Xandre...

Ragenard’s vision swam as he sped through the lunchtime traffic rush, lane weaving erratically and overtaking other vehicles with mere inches to spare with his maneuvers. His hands held the handlebars of his bike with a death grip of such ferocity that he was certain that at any moment he would...

The early evening wind rustled through Ragenard’s hair as he revved his Perrault to full throttle, even though the upcoming traffic light had already been yellow by the time he’d rounded the corner a quarter mile back. The day had been a mixed bag. First his “conversation” with Rhetta—nothing...

The sound of a newspaper rustling hit Ragenard's hearing with the same frequency of a pendulum’s swing. He began counting his breaths; five in, five out. He didn’t bother with any visualization; that wasn’t how he worked. The faint buzzing and thrumming of his blood vessels as they rendered the...

"What the fuck does it even mean that we can’t do anything we want," Lucas groused for the fourteenth time that morning, as he set the butane torch to the glass once again. You’d think enough pure hash to calm an elephant might have done it, but the creature pretending to be his partner had a...

It was almost always just on the cusp of twilight when Ragenard's headaches presented themselves. He grimaced away the literal pain and had a rueful mental laugh at the crossover of the temporal quirk with his figurative headaches as he tracked Xandre's return to the rail-yard compound on the...