Wolverton

Wolverton grits his teeth and tries not to limp as he enters the store. The bored cashier looks up briefly as the buzzer sounds, then turns his attention back to a creased copy of
Penthouse. Wolverton can feel his pulse hammering in his ears, but fights to keep a calm exterior as he walks down the back of the store.

The telephone is in a small booth and Wolverton slips inside, closing the door after him. He digs around in his pockets, laying out everything he needs on top of the telephone: a plastic whistle, a bag of runes and a knife.

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~ by Electro-mechanical Man on December 25, 2010.

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