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By Mark W. Meier Part 23 Act III The First Horseman Your opening statement was a bombshell. “Congressman Franz Gordon will not be running...

By Mark W. Meier Part 22 Act III The First Horseman A month later I urged caution. The city’s parks department wanted to rename an area...

By Mark W. Meier Part 21 Act III The First Horseman “Hatred is beautiful.” -Bathin Manipulating humans was easy after thousands of years...

By Mark W. Meier Part 20 Act II Prophet of Death Chapter Nine Back home, you and Amy parted ways on the second floor landing, and you...

By Mark W. Meier Part 19 Act II Prophet of Death Josh pulled into Corinthian’s parking lot and located a space. Sarah continued. “At that...

By Mark W. Meier Part 18 Act II Prophet of Death Chapter Eight Sunday morning you dug through the groceries Amy had given to you. There...

By Mark W. Meier Part 17 Act II Prophet of Death Chapter Seven As soon as your phone rang I knew I’d missed opportunities that could be...

By Mark W. Meier Part 16 Act II Prophet of Death Twenty minutes later the two of you charged through your apartment’s parking lot and...

By Mark W. Meier Part 15 Act II Prophet of Death Chapter Six You spent an hour after returning home straightening up the mess the Marshal...

By Mark W. Meier Part 14 Act II Prophet of Death “Where were we?” You thought a moment, then looked up as the bell on the door tinkled....

By Mark W. Meier Part 13 Act II Prophet of Death Chapter Five Inside the eatery you waited to be seated. Friday nights were popular for...

By Mark W. Meier Part 12 Act II Prophet of Death Chapter Four After posting the advice for Gaming you checked your subscription numbers....

By Mark W. Meier Part 11 Act II Prophet of Death Woods scowled at you. “Do you drive Uber, Mr. Reymond?” “You’ve seen my car.” “The thing...

By Mark W. Meier Part 10 Act II Prophet of Death Chapter Three You’d accumulated enough of a following there was no need to blather....

By Mark W. Meier Part 9 Act II Prophet of Death Chapter Two The next morning you noticed the gray, nondescript sedan parked on the street...

By Mark W. Meier Act II Prophet of Death Part 8 The two police officers watched as you turned as pale as the cheap toilet paper in your...

By Mark W. Meier Act II Prophet of Death Scene 7 “Humans. What a waste of matter.” -Baraqijal Chapter One We first did business when you...

By Mark W. Meier Act I The Final Spell Scene 6 “What exactly will it do?I know it’ll make me younger and age slower, but you’ve been a...

By Mark W. Meier Act I The Final Spell Scene 5 Nerves kept me from the Bristol Steakhouse – as if I had nerves. I waited outside,...

By Mark W. Meier Act I The Final Spell Scene 4 I trained you for hours every day and for weeks on end. As the humidity of summer gave way...