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SPLINTER Episode 16: Visions and Victims

Episode 16: Visions and Victims Pike We took shifts watching over Maddie and Baku throughout the night. After Al relieved me for the last shift before sunrise, I retreated to the study. There were too many things buzzing around in

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SPLINTER Episode 17: The Leviathan Belle

Episode 17: The Leviathan Belle Pike I peered over the railing, watching the murky brown swirls of the James River twist and twirl around random branches and floating debris caught in the current as the steamboat chugged forward. The raging

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Prologue: Floating – part one

Grey. That was the color of his world. The grey of a heavy London fog. The kind that clung to the skin, muffled sound and seeped into the throat and lungs with every breath, making breathing difficult. The grey even

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Prologue: Floating – Part 3

Nathan found himself floating in the formless grey fog again. It was darker this time. Heavier. Almost a true black. Each time he found himself here in this prison, the darkness of the void appeared to have seeped in more

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Prologue: Floating – part 4

Six months after his deal with Prometheus, Thomas stared at his reflection in the mirror above the bathroom sink. Bleary, blood-shot eyes ringed with dark purple circles gazed back at him. Sleep was impossible. Only the black oblivion of a drunken

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Chapter 1: Beginning: The Chase: Nathan Laurent

Another scream shattered the silence of the night. The shrill peaks and gasping valleys of the wail twined through the darkness. The sounds of pain and terror filled the night winds. The cry echoed from everywhere and nowhere. Walden Park

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Chapter 2: Beginnings: The Chase: Maggie Mahoney and Tommy “Ice” Carruthers

I’m going to die. Please don’t let me die. Those two sentences echoed through her head as she ran blindly through the woods. Her terror drove her on. The pain from the branches and twigs that scored her naked body

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