Time for “Speculative Story Saturday” here at Marcher Lord Press! Hey, everyone, it’s John. I’m back with this week’s installment. Please don’t hate me. ♦ ♦ ♦ Cold wetness slithered across my body, pinning my clothes to puckered skin. My entire body ached, the worst throb between my temples. I swallowed a groan and shifted, trying to escape the object that poked me in my back. “Tekla! Abelard!” Barzillai’s voice, distant and insistent, drilled into my mind. Why was he so upset? I sat up and groaned. I blinked my eyes and looked around. Why was it so dark? Was it …
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