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Horeb's Shadow

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Although I'm not sure it's still widely celebrated, today is International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day. As a Pixel-Stained Technopeasant, I would like to offer up this fragment for your potential, theoretical enjoyment.

This was my NaNoWriMo project from... 2014, I think. I didn't make the 50K mark (obviously! It's a little over 11K) but I liked the setup enough to think I might do something with it someday.

I still like the setup, and I still might do something with it someday.

Horeb's Shadow: Chapter 07

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A Few Days Later

January in Fullerton Heights is usually a fierce month, and this January is no exception. It started snowing the last week of December, really let loose early in the month, and every few days it snows just enough to undo all the work everyone did the days before to clear it. Today’s snowstorm hit early, so it got dark early. It’s even darker now.

Heat blows fiercely out of floor vents, but the house is still cold. It always feels cold these days. Elijah knows it has nothing to do with the weather.

Horeb's Shadow: Chapter 06

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Fullerton Heights Precinct

Detective Harold Morris eases back in his uncomfortable wooden chair and squints at the computer screen. he’s trying to convince himself he doesn’t need bifocals. The argument is not going well.

“Need help there, partner?” The man sitting across the table has shaggy blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and a perpetual teasing smirk that never quite coaxes itself into a grin.

Morris scowls. “I’m just trying to read the incident report. Not my fault they make the text so damn small.”

Horeb's Shadow: Chapter 05

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January

He wakes up in their bed—still on his side, as always—and for a moment, as always, he is the way he was before. He stretches, mutters to himself about the alarm not going off, and begins to turn toward her, only to realize an instant too late that the bed is empty. For him, that is the cruelest moment of the day: the moment when he realizes, once again, that Sarah isn't there.

Horeb's Shadow: Chapter 04

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Post-Interview

“He didn't do it.” Harold Morris puts his spiral notebook down on his desk and looks out the window, watching Pastor Marks get into his car and drive off.

“Agree.” George Ellers drinks cold coffee out of a ceramic mug with WORLD'S WORST DAD stamped on it. He's divorced, but he gets along with his ex: apparently it was a joke gift. Ellers thinks it's hilarious. “I'd like to know why you think so, though.”

Horeb's Shadow: Chapter 03

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Elijah sits uncomfortably in the straight-backed wooden chair as he stares across the table at the two plainclothes detectives. The room is both too cold and too hot: the hot water convector radiators pop and spit and hiss as they try and fail to heat the room. It's clear they need to be bled, and that they've needed it for a long time. When Eli gets too close, the room is uncomfortably humid and warm, but after a certain point the heat disappears. The humidity remains, however.

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