Percival the Trucker
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Pruning
Josh WIlson
“It was just a colour out of space—a frightful messenger from unformed realms of infinity beyond all Nature as we know it—H.P. Lovecraft, The Colour Out of Space.
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Poison had made it into the soil. Inez held the gardening shears at her side, anxiously opening and closing blades dark with earth as she stared up at the dead tree. The sycamore stood at a deranged angle, leafless, its branches so dry and twisted they looked like antlers arranged in some pagan configuration against the blasted-white winter sky. She fixed her eyes on the distance that rolled on and on into a landscape hardly more than ash.
Inez found it difficult to accept a land so dead and pigmentless had been lush and green just a few short months ago, but the thing in the mine worked quickly, quicker than anyone could have imagined. Ray-John Webber, who worked for the J&A Coal Company since ink had wet his high school diploma, had been the one to find it. ...
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Poison had made it into the soil. Inez held the gardening shears at her side, anxiously opening and closing blades dark with earth as she stared up at the dead tree. The sycamore stood at a deranged angle, leafless, its branches so dry and twisted they looked like antlers arranged in some pagan configuration against the blasted-white winter sky. She fixed her eyes on the distance that rolled on and on into a landscape hardly more than ash.
Inez found it difficult to accept a land so dead and pigmentless had been lush and green just a few short months ago, but the thing in the mine worked quickly, quicker than anyone could have imagined. Ray-John Webber, who worked for the J&A Coal Company since ink had wet his high school diploma, had been the one to find it. ...
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Truth
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truth | |
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