Aaron woke with a start, jerking upright on the stone bed. He was instantly aware of his surroundings, taking them all in at once along with the searing pain emanating from deep inside his head. He pressed the palms of his hands over his eyes, pressing on his forehead to try and drive away the … Continue reading Black-Heart: Nothing
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Black-Heart: Five Shots
The clash of metal on metal was loud and Aaron felt himself suddenly pressing back against the force of Van’s sword, holding his pistol with two hands, blocking the sword from cutting into his neck. “I see you would rather fight then…” said Van, his muscles tense, as he held his sword firm against the … Continue reading Black-Heart: Five Shots
Jumping Ship 