Wednesday, February 1, 2023
Hello again, kin. Do you smell that? That wet, thick smell of turned earth and rot? Yes, our brother Butch has wrestled aside the lid of the cold stone vault and clawed his way up through the black dirt to stand in the moonlight once more. For Mother has called, and a good son must needs answer.
There are two minds behind the carnage now, and fresh blood means new adventures, familiar rituals, and more spleens... oh, so many spleens, kin.
We hope you'll stop back every Wednesday for a visit. Why Wednesdays? Well, it's the only day of the week that's spelled... so wrong. That somehow feels right, doesn't it? Let's walk this path together, you and us. Wherever it leads.
—Lee & Ryan
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