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Morning, I. Finally, being on throt with his retinue and formation after formation of his legions on the march, Marcus was feeling much better. As if the air […]
After eating his dinner, Tim hurried to his truck and honked his beast as a farewell. As he left, it began to rain. Larsing and I had a […]
Early Morning, II. Marcus looked over the sandy hill where his tent was established as he moved past his housecarl. Just a few hours ago, a small skirmish […]
Late Afternoon, I. The Sun. It baked him alive as he tried to open his eyes. Not that it made much difference, but his misplaced helmet that made […]
”…and as always don’t drift from the right way.” The radio host’s last words bring me back down to earth and I regain full control of my 18-wheeler. […]