by JG Faherty
I lowered my gaze slightly, hoping to squelch the sudden gurgle of nausea rumbling in my guts, and caught sight of the clock tower sticking up over the other buildings in the center of town. A sickening realization came over me.
The atmospheric tumor sat directly over the town of New Hope.
My town.
Although nothing about the situation resembled the events of my dream, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the two were related in some way. Bits and pieces of that nightmare, nonsensical names and chants, attempted to come forward. I didn’t want to remember, but the mysterious words beat a determined path towards me. I placed a hand over my mouth, afraid some of those evil words might burst free before I could stop them. I didn’t know why, but I felt it would be very bad to speak any of those words out loud.
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Cult of the Black Jaguar
Copyright © 2015 by JG Faherty
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