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    After July, Wolfwood is left with nothing to his name but a piece of paper and a heavy cross to bear, so he returns to the only roots he ever had to try his hand at healing. It's a difficult process, but soon enough he'll discover that there's a damn good reason he can't let go.

    A voice calls from the east. He just needs to hear it.

    (A story about grief, healing, love, and one funny little housecat.)

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    02 May 2024

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    My brain chemistry has been permanently altered

  2. Public Bookmark 26

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    Of three things, Wolfwood is sure:

    One; whatever ill-contrived afterlife he had reached, it was silent. And warm. And soft, like well-loved blankets or forest moss. A final mockery of comfort in his dire hours – though there were certainly worse ways to be teased by death, he knew.

    Two; he ached in ways he had never known. Down to his bones, the fine tangle of his tissue and sinew, the soft sponge of his marrow. His skeleton rearranged and his body bled dry. Heavy and twitching, he cannot move himself.

    Three; he was just as alone as before. Whatever strange place he had found himself was as desolate as it was gentle.

    No, there. The sound of footsteps. The disgruntled creak of a floorboard. A door swinging wide on old hinges and the soft tune of a man humming off-key.

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    28 Dec 2024

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    During a game of cards, an older man spoke of his grandmother who’d seen a man that’d looked like a shooting star running through her fields of wheat and saltgrass, only to vanish at the town’s eastern border. From what she’d seen of him, he’d looked too sad to make a wish on, and she hadn’t much liked the idea of wishing on a dead man in the first place.

    The story hadn’t been much of anything. It certainly didn’t tie to the lake in any concrete way, and it didn’t mention July, and it didn’t have the tension that every other rumor did.

    But Nicholas finds himself in some stranger’s grandmother’s hometown north of July anyway, a couple hours’ ride up a highway that looked to be maintained only by the grace of God and hand-mixed pitch. It’s bigger than July, but that isn’t saying much. Its defining feature is a bar that markets itself as a Real Western Saloon, complete with swinging doors and a dusty piano that plays two hairs offkey to keep the tunes jaunty. What’d once been those saltgrass and wheat fields sport maize these days, and they stretch for yarz down the highway.

    When he breathes in, he can taste lakesand against his tongue. He presses it to the roof of his mouth as a reminder, as an omen.

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    18 Dec 2024

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    Milly reaches out and takes his arm as gently as can be, whistling when she pushes his sleeve back further and uncovers more of the artwork. “These are some incredible pieces. Who’s your usual artist?”

    Vash sighs through his nose. “That’s my problem: it’s all my soulmate’s work.”

    When your skin reflects the tattoos your soulmate's received, Vash decides to find out who's responsible for his sleeve of crosses and flowers.

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    15 Dec 2024

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    He hates the way Vash is looking at him, the disbelief mixed with hope. He doesn’t deserve to have Vash gazing at him at all, not after what he’s done. “You really think that?” Vash whispers, and Wolfwood equally hates the fact he’d ever believe otherwise. “I’m helping make a difference?”

    He forces himself to meet Vash’s eyes again, keeping his voice as measured as he can. “It’s what you do, isn’t it?” he says, and there’s a hoarseness to it. “It’s what you always do.”

    Having accepted his death, Wolfwood instead struggles with the fact he survived and is forced to find a new purpose. It takes a village to raise a child, but a repenting priest and an immigrant space explorer to raise a whole orphanage.

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    10 Dec 2024

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