Tent in the Marsh
A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
The marsh stretched out in the distance, a strange yet peaceful place.
Quaraun sat by the flickering fire, BoomFuzzy by his side, his head on Quaraun's shoulder.
GhoulSpawn, always fidgeting, found comfort by their feet, fiddling with one of his gadgets and taking notes.
The warmth of the fire wrapped around them, and Quaraun closed his eyes, listening to the soft rustle of the marsh reeds in the wind.
The coolness of the air mingled with the warmth of their closeness.
It was a good night.
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Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻
🌸 Old Orchard Beach, Maine's Dark Fantasy author: 138 novels, 423 novellas, 500+ poems, & 3k+ short stories published since 1978. 🌸 2028 is 50th anniversary 1st book! 🌸
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