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Saturday, March 22

Herald of the Yellow King - Part 3d: The Village of Brighton

Kham was emptying the contents of his shoes into a hole on the second floor. He had long ago voided whatever was in his stomach. Whenever he was convinced he had nothing left, nausea overtook him again.

Kham’s head went back down into the hole. It didn’t smell all that great either.

Just as he leaned down again, he heard something thunk above him. When he looked up, a meat cleaver jutted out just above his head.

The plump lass who had asked him to dance hours before yanked it out of the wood.

“Nrrrraaaah!” she shouted. Her eyes were crazed, mere pinpoint pupils in a sea of white. She kicked the door closed behind her.

“Look, I know I’m not a great dancer but—” Kham stumbled backwards as she clumsily swung at him again. [MORE]

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