Solstices Obscurity “Dusk” Ch. 02
All characters are over the age of 18.*****"Sandious! Jabber-talking, slack-jawed, lemmings. The lot of you be silent!" I sling a stone across the short distance at the queued retches. Standing on the ebony pier into the murk that is the river Styx, the gathered crowd of regret-squalling, tear-burbling, religious-postulating souls finally goes silent, when and only when my stone clips one of them in the head and he pitches into the river. Whatever lurks under those tepid waters, swirls up hungrily. I know not what it is, nor am I inclined to seek that answer. But it...or they, swarm over…