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Day of Dread, Part Eleven

Continued from Part Ten Snyder sat in his cell. His beaten back felt raw even with healing balm applied so Hewitt would have a fresh skin to stripe next time. The cell block door slid up and admitted a female guard. I’ve not seen her before. But wait, I have. Mama Borden stopped in front…

Day of Dread, Part Ten

Continued from Part Nine Snyder sat on a bench in the back of the prison van with Mama Borden. “Mama, you shouldn’t have come. Dread has no thought that isn’t evil.” “Anny, listen to me. I ain’t just some old lady. I may be pushin’ sixty—” “Mama, you’re sixty-seven.” “I can handle myself. I got…