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Redemption5S77: The Pavilion Everest Evreux watched The Closure drop out of the sky. He knew he should be impressed. The Closure, with it's sleek design, was far more advanced than the obsolete technology he'd grown up with his whole life; if it wasn't for the hangover he might have felt the child-like thrill that passed through his fellow tribesmen when news of the arrival of new prisoners surfaced, but at the moment it felt as if an ice-pick was being driven into his skull. Too
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On The Closure, approaching Redemption5S77… After eighteen months on ice Hanno Vasaliev’s muscles were still sore from atrophy. This was after three days of lying in a vat full of yellow-green liquid that looked like runny snot meant to build up those muscles after a long period of nonuse. Still, despite the burn in his thighs each step brought him, he couldn’t help but feel the same level of excitement a child going to an amusement park might feel. He came to the end of the long,
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Danni Aarmodt is exiled to Planet Redemption, a penal planet. Surrounded by Earth's worse criminals and jagged glaciers, Danni must not only learn to survive the cruel planet's treacherous inmates, unpredictable weather, and psychological affects of isolation but the ancient evil that has been dug up from underneath the ice and awoken.
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Sorry for the confusion. I accidentally posted chapter 2 twice and unpublished it.
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Just then a blood-curdling howl split the air. Lane recognized the sound immediately; it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget that sound. "Wolves," he said. He went over to the window and pulled back the drapes. Night had fallen. The only thing he could see moving in the dark was the white flecks of falling snow. He was about to head into the kitchen when something jumped at the window. The beast clawed at the glass, fogging it wi
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Thank you. I appreciate that. It's been a tough couple months and I went through a period where I simply couldn't write...Thankfully I gained my superpower back.
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Lane lunged down the hallway, terror rushing through his body like an unpleasant drug. He could hear the creature behind him. Every time it screamed in rage, he thought his heart might burst still beating out of his chest. The hallway which he ran down was familiar and alien at the same time. This door here was the bathroom, and the door after that was his bedroom, and that door over there was the guest room where Nora had slept when she'd traveled from Indianapolis to see him. But the wall
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The cave smelled of things that had been tucked away in the dark for too long: dusty, moldy. Damp, chilly. Carlos felt his nostrils flare, working to adjust to the smell. Already he yearned for the fresh, piney smell of outside. The darkness was thick, absolute. The beam of the flashlight illuminated the sides of the tunnel, and the ceiling, with stalactites hanging down like pointed teeth. But the darkness before them was impenetrable. There was no telling how long the tunnel went on for.
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The headlights bathed the snow-covered road in ghostly yellow light. Snowflakes smeared across the windshield before being swept away violently by the wipers. The snow was falling rapidly now and it was hard to see. The fir trees on both sides of Donovan Road were nothing more than shadowy outlines, vague. Carlos might have been the only person in the world. He gripped the wheel tightly with his gloved fists. The tires hit a slick patch of ice. The vehicle tried to swerve to the right, towar
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Lane stood in the audio room, watching Carlos and the stranger through the glass. The stranger, the man who had gone through great lengths to try to kill him, sat with his hands handcuffed. Nichols stood in the corner of the room as an extra precaution; he was wearing a new pair of pants. The stranger blinked, watched Carlos, but said nothing. Carlos was the one who did all the talking. It was quite clear the stranger had no desire to answer any questions asked of him. He still had blood on
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Carlos was exhausted. It had been a long day - a long couple of days and there were no signs that things were going to calm down. He wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with Lane, cuddle up, and sleep through the rest of the day. He could still sense the deafening silence within the police station. He didn't want to hear it, be a part of it. The demonstration with the rats had been a terrible risk on his part. He shuddered just thinking about what might have happened if Lane hadn't b
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I unpublished the duplicate chapter. Hopefully they'll delete it soon.
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Nope. I looked and it's just Chapter 1 and 2. If it's still an issue let me know and I'll take another look.
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The sight of the bar and hotel sent shivers up and down Bill's spine. The feeling of supernatural dread was far stronger than what he'd felt at the cabin in Michigan. Lane Hardy, everywhere you go, death follows. Up until now, Lane Hardy had been nothing more than a picture - a photoshoot of a young man with his dead lover, a man who looked like one of those goth models straight out of a tattoo magazine. Bill had taken the photograph from the cabin, so he could keep perspective. In
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He had many names: Dennis Lowager. Alan Finn, Donald Collins, multiple passports, multiple social security numbers. But none of these people truly existed. He was a ghost. His real name was Bill Vickers. These days he had to say it out loud just to remind himself what his actual name was. Bill took shelter beneath an umbrella. Rain pattered rapidly against the waterproof fabric. It was the kind of night where Bill would rather be inside, but he had to meet the boss. A stream of rain rolled
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Bill Vickers is a man with many names. He works for the government but what he does isn't so nice. For a long time he's been tracking the elusive Lane Hardy and finds him on Adermoor Cove. For a long time Lane Hardy has been on the run from the darkness and his own bloody past, but it seems the past as finally caught up with him.
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I'll take it has a compliment.
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Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
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The footage Moira had recorded on her phone played on the wall, a montage of horrific images: Lane was running for the cell door, his eyes bulging with a boyish look of terror; Ramona grabbing him by the throat and slamming him up against the wall. Carlos could almost fool himself into thinking it was some cheap horror movie, only he’d been there himself. Seen it with his own eyes. Lane sat in the chair beside him. His face showed no emotion. Only the dark look in his eyes and the stiffness
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The rumor of Ramona's return from death spread the way such news does through a place as small as Adermoor Cove: like wildfire. A stampede of townspeople crowded outside of Ramona's room, craning for a peek at the woman who had been presumed missing and then dead. The staff working at the hospital had a hell of a job shooing them away. The only people allowed to see Ramona were Moira, Carlos, Lane, and Scott and Anne Sterling. Anne actually fainted at the small glimpse of her daughter.
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While Lane and the others had been battling with the dark force possessing Ramona, the rest of the town had been enjoying the festival without any idea of what was going on. They were fucked, Carlos knew. There was no denying it. Though it wasn't really her fault, Ramona had made a mess of things. For one, Ted Magyer was lying dead on Lane Hardy's carpet back at the lighthouse, and secondly there was a huge mess at the police station. He had no choice but to call the mayor and an ambulanc
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Ramona stretched, first her arms and then her legs. She yawned. Lane thought of the way a cat stretches after it takes a short cat nap. Only this isn't one of those little docile house cats, he thought. This is a big cat. This is a fucking lion. The blanket wrapped around her chest fell away to reveal her breasts. There were scars on her belly, from where glass had cut into her when the bear had dragged her through the kitchen window back at the Sterling house. Lane resisted the urge to
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Moira could no longer be sure how much time had passed. The three of them had probably been standing there for only a minute or two but it felt more like ten. Her legs were shaking so bad it was difficult to stand, but she didn't dare step away from the huddled protection of Lane and Ted. For those few excruciating minutes, Ramona had given no further hints of where in the house she might be. Everyone was looking so intently at the door leading into the dining room they didn't think to loo
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Yes, basically that's what he's trying to say.
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The night of Oktoberfest was a cold one, but there was nothing that would get in the way of the town from celebrating the annual festival. Carlos, bundled in a thick black jacket, with the word SHERIFF labeled on the back, walked between the vendors and stalls. In his hand he held a Styrofoam cup of steaming apple cider. Everywhere he looked there were half familiar faces, the faces of people he'd grown up and gone to church with. Everyone in the police department, save Melvin the dis
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