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Tender mercies
William loses track of Stephane. Then, they find one another, alone, in a hallway.
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William loses track of Stephane. Then, they find one another, alone, in a hallway.
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William begins to develop misgivings about their new guest at Van Buren, the mysterious traveler, Stephane.
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William helps Stephane get comfortable in Van Buren.
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Pem disagrees with William and Rogger about how to handle the mysterious stranger from the desert.
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A mysterious wanderer arrives at the gates of Van Buren.
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Starting "Gaucho," Stage 2: Van Buren ...
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The conclusion of Stage 1: The Station.
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My eyes sting so bad I think they’re burning out. “Relax, William,” Rogger says. Subscribe I feel her sturdy arms around me, her coarse beard brushing against my face. “We’re going to wash them out, all right?” “What?” I ask. “In the ocean?” “Yes, that’s the idea,
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The water’s lapping at my feet, soggy in my shoes. I take my loafers off and roll up my pants. The water’s cool at my ankles, the sand soft and sucking on my toes. “Look at all the fish!” Pem shouts. “Look at all the birds! Man, I
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We walk along the river, and I am very distracted by the pain in my arm. It makes my skin sing songs of hatred. “What is happening to me, Rogger?” Subscribe She puffs her pipe and strokes her beard. “You’re healing, William. And healing hurts.” “I suppose. Why do
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Rogger leads us to a deep and dark part of the river. I look further down, my hand up like a visor. “Is that a beach?” Subscribe “Yeah,” Rogger says. “Down a bit. But this is where Boggy Nic lives.” Pem stares down into the water, her tail swaying in
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My arm is burning from the bite. “Pem, help!” I shout. Rogger’s face is contorted, her eyes red as she chews on my arm. “We’re coming, William! Hold on!” Pem shouts. “We?” “Me and Rogger!” I look over my shoulder and see Pem and Rogger running toward me.
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“Pem,” I say, “I wish we could talk about this.” I can’t stop thinking about the woman and who she might be. Subscribe “No!” Pem says. “I don’t want to!” Pem races ahead, down the river’s edge. “Pem!” I run after her, but she’s a cat,
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I look at the knife, at the facón, in my hands. “This feels familiar …” “That’s quite a fancy-looking knife you have there, William,” Pem says. “It’s a facón,” I say. “What’s that?” “I’m … not sure.” “Oh. Okay.” Pem washes her face with her paw in small
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The light has all but left us, and I can barely see a thing. “I can’t see, William!” Pem cries. “Where are you?” I cannot feel her close to me. “Pem!” “Taste your own wrath, villain.” The Maiden’s voice is calm like steel. My eyes are without sight,
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I watch Rogger get smaller and smaller. “Rogger!” Pem cries. There’s a splash, and I can’t see Rogger anymore. “Oh, no! William! What are we gonna do?” Pem asks. I’m panicky and don’t know. The earth’s still shifting and the column of rock we’re