The silence was eerie. The darkness seemed to have swallowed all that had life, for the only thing Sammael could hear was his own breaths. Nevertheless, that didn’t mean nobody else was there . . .or that nobody would be there. Bringing up the hand that was not holding a sword, Sammael conjured a littleContinue reading “The First Curse”
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San Isidro
Sammael knew he was in the right place when an old man by the side of the road told him to leave before sundown. His eyes locked on the dimming sky, he braced for the rush of unease and doubt. But as he watched the sun disappear behind the mountain, leaving the sky with notContinue reading “San Isidro”
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