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I think these are from Wednesday, but I don't remember.
Goal for the day: 750
Actual words written: 1752
Starting line: A machine, powered by a wraith. A hellish instrument of torture, designed to shred the very core of a person, wiping the slate clean for someone else to set up housekeeping. That was the fate in store for Maggie if I couldn’t rescue her. And how long did we have?
Ending line: I sent Alis and James to bed at around midnight – the mixture needed to steep for a while in the moonlight, and they were both looking ragged.
Darling: And then clutched at him as fire ran down my throat into my belly, the glass falling to the floor and shattering as I knocked it over. My eyes were watering and the world was spinning; whatever had been in that glass set every nerve in my body to dancing. Lightning flickered in the darkness that fell over my eyes, and somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled.
Goal for the day: 750
Actual words written: 1752
Starting line: A machine, powered by a wraith. A hellish instrument of torture, designed to shred the very core of a person, wiping the slate clean for someone else to set up housekeeping. That was the fate in store for Maggie if I couldn’t rescue her. And how long did we have?
Ending line: I sent Alis and James to bed at around midnight – the mixture needed to steep for a while in the moonlight, and they were both looking ragged.
Darling: And then clutched at him as fire ran down my throat into my belly, the glass falling to the floor and shattering as I knocked it over. My eyes were watering and the world was spinning; whatever had been in that glass set every nerve in my body to dancing. Lightning flickered in the darkness that fell over my eyes, and somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled.