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Articles By Author - Scott A. Murray, Brittany Hightower

Hump Day Hazard: Cadaver Gas

If the gods and the mortals that worship them had their wish, each and every one of the deceased would receive a proper burial. None would be left to decompose, face down, in sloughing mud or shifting sands. None would have their naked limbs picked at by the myriad scavengers and ghouls that roam the barrows just beyond the castle walls. None would slip through the gates of the Netherworld forgotten, dishonored, or unchristened. Sadly, this is...

Hump Day Hazard: Sloughing Ichor

Mida gasped and let out a shriek that chased the crows from the treetops. “Give her back, you hobgoblin!” Icarus cackled, holding the wooden doll—a ballroom dancer—just out of Mida’s grasp. “Give her back, give her back, give her back!” Tears welled at the corners of her eyes. Icarus scurried to the edge of the well and dangled the doll over the abyss by its horsetail hair. A smile marred by gaps—teeth yet to emerge – spread across Icarus’s...

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