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  • Black Days, Chapter 19: “A Long-Awaited Story”

    Black Days, Chapter 19: “A Long-Awaited Story”

    Go to: Table of Contents “We’ve been that way already.”      “I know, I just wanted to look again,” Silas said.      “We’re getting nowhere,” Lang said. “Five more minutes and we’re pulling out.”      “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “The way back is probably closed.”      The steps leading…

  • Black Days, Chapter 18: “Rabbit Hole”

    Go to: Table of Contents They rode without speaking, the garbled noise of the cabbie’s radio filling the silence. The map on the divider screen revealed they had reached the edge of Brooklyn. It was sad place. Buildings with boarded-up windows read “No Admittance.” Not a person, not even a…

  • Black Days, Chapter 17: “Bullying With Friends”

    Black Days, Chapter 17: “Bullying With Friends”

    Go to: Table of Contents Hannah stood in front of Emily’s bed. The woman was motionless, the slow blips on her monitor the only sign she was alive. Hannah considered speaking. She wasn’t sure if it would do any good. There was so much she wanted to say, for the…

  • Black Days, Chapter 16: “Emily”

    Black Days, Chapter 16: “Emily”

    Go to: Table of Contents “This is all your fault,” Hannah said.      “Me?” Silas said. “I’m hurt. Wounded, even.”      Hannah leaned over her chair toward Silas. It was difficult, given she was handcuffed to the armrest. “This is the second time I’ve been in handcuffs since I met…

  • Black Days, Chapter 15 “Underworld”

    Black Days, Chapter 15 “Underworld”

    Go to: Table of Contents Hannah massaged her temples. She feared she was looking at a full-blown migraine. Pain pounded her head like a hammer on an anvil. She rested against the wall, grateful for the support. McClelland and Lang were standing a few feet away, recapping the night’s events.…

  • Black Days, Chapter 14: “Reaching Too Far”

    Black Days, Chapter 14: “Reaching Too Far”

    Go to: Table of Contents McClelland licked his spoon before putting it back on the plate. He leaned back, the vinyl booth squeaking beneath him. Silas was still thumbing what was left of his meal, a dried piece of bread saturated with ketchup. He had no intention of finishing it.…