My name is Simon Berendt, and I’m here to explain. Even senior alchemists must emerge from their laboratories now and then to share the kind of history that people don’t really like to talk about.
People You are Meeting
I …
message relayed to Susan:
They’re pried out of the burrow. You can pick them up any time.
Don’t you love it? So Biblical, Adam and Eve messing with the Serpent.
AH
Susan: Hush, this is no bible story. Baby cut …
Bennie prefers to toss an empty house immediately after the owners have departed. It means he gets more time, of course, before they come back and scare the crap out of him for staying too late.
But also he gets …
An interesting anonymous message pops up on Bennie’s LRT, probably where it shouldn’t be possible.
It appears to be a scanned document.
The document has been crumpled repeatedly and unfolded.
The paper was printed with an older style of music …
The point of Turner is that he cannot be found.
Bennie, sitting in a truckstop outside of Hangrenade, OR, is scribbling sketches in his LRT. No one, no fucking one, has come sniffing his bait, and he’s just getting ready …
No record
No record
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Auren Han pulls off his glasses, rubs his eyes, wants a cigarette.
That’s going, he thinks, on my tombstone. Bad Guy who tried to be good buried here. He wanted a cigarette.
He thought …