First Line of yesterday:
“Um… guys?” Lewis’ voice from the back of the party wagon cut off whatever DK’s next argument would be. “Guys, I think we have a problem.”
Last Line of yesterday:
“Kill him. Kill him now. Kill him with fire and with silver, with cold iron and hot coals”
Current Word Count:
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