I thought about doing a year-end status report, but it's too nice a day to think about business matters.
It sounds silly, but I'm dreaming stories again. Not nightmares or stress/worry rehashes like I have for the past year. It's a pretty good feeling, and I don't want to ruin it.
So instead, I'll say
Free Fiction Monday: Death on D Street
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D Street—the closest thing Hope’s Pass has to a red light district. Three
whorehouses and a few independents to service the miners who survived the
mines o...
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