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February 10th, 1867 – Cody Everette’s Journal.
The days are blending together like the dust and grime on my boots. I can barely tell one sun-stained afternoon from the next. I reckon
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11th February 1867 – Stethoscopes and Secrets – Abagail Merchent writes to Vincent
My Dearest Vincent, I’ve hesitated for too long, holding this pen with thoughts that felt too heavy to translate into words. But here I am,
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12th February 1867 – The Hidden Hand of Lucius Rhodes
Sheriff Silas McPherson strolled down Main Street, his boots kicking up small puffs of dust with each step. The investigation into the stagecoach robbery had
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13th February 1867 – To Drink or Drown with Destiny
The saloon was a maelstrom of noise and smoke, a rough establishment on the edge of civilization, hundreds of miles from Demomire. Men laughed, argued,
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14th February 1867 – The Scent Of Secrets
The morning sun cast a golden glow over Demomire as Tilly made her way through the town’s cobblestone streets. Her basket, filled with freshly picked
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15th February 1867 – A Cry For Help
Cody jolted awake, the remnants of a dream clinging to his consciousness like cobwebs. His chest heaved as if he had been running, and for
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16th February 1867 – When Stars Collide, They Sometime Explode
Journal Entry of Victoria Maddox. Today was a fruitless endeavor, torturing souls for whispers and shadows of Cody. I felt the familiar rush as I
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21st February 1867 – The Forest Of Forbidden Desires
21st February 1867 My Dearest Katrina, How are you dear sister? How I miss you and my life in the City. Life in Demomire has
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23rd February 1867 – Seeds Of Change
My Dearest Brother, I trust this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. I imagine you’re still roaming the great forests of our