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Memories of Lori Part 5: No Horsing Around

06:30 May 12th 2144

Gaia

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Memories of Lori Part 4: Doorknobs & Boomsticks

06:00 May 12th 2144

Gaia

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A Grey Matter

 

 

            Shadow wandered through the endless void. The sky, the ground, the horizon: all painted in an impossible colour. His steps rung hollow against a floor

          that didn't exist, yet still they carried sound that echoed against the fabric of his mind. No light guided his way, no direction could be discerned, and yet, he

          knew exactly where he was.

             Stopping for a moment, an encompassing dread swelled within him. He took a breath--savouring the fading tranquility of nothingness and held his hand

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Memories of Lori Part 3: Breadwinner

05:25 May 12th 2144

Ma's Kitchen, Gaia



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Memories of Lori Part 2: Between a Rock and a Hearth Place.

   He'd barely gotten into his ranger garb as he made his way out of the door, closing it gently to test how quiet it was.

It hardly made a sound as the latch caught, no wonder she'd managed to sneak inside. He eyed his reflection in the 

metal plate he'd nailed to the door and gave his thick, black hair a once-over. Somedays he barely recognised the man

he was, exiled into an existence only a madman could have conjured up over a century earlier. With a sigh he buttoned

his cuffs and set off down the hill.

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Memories of Lori Part 1: Five O'clock Shadow.

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May 12th 2144

Gaia



 

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The Wait [Part 2]

                                  "You cannot hide from who you are."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  "You may choose to stop believing, to ignore it, it never leaves."

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The Wait [Part 1]

He'd sat himself on the hood of his car, his back resting uncomfortably against the tattered glass windscreen.

He held his rifle across his body, the muzzle protruding above his shoulder from underneath the makeshift poncho he'd thrown together

from the clothing of his bounties.

The sun had barely been up for thirty minutes and already the chassis was almost too hot to touch.

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