"There isn't one unless they let the surviving candidate take it. The other one was murdered last week. and no they haven't caught the killer yet."
Growl at that, and it sounds like the wind in dead branches again. More comin' from me this time, though. My town, dammit. Remember the odd empty feeling when the old mayor died. "Got a name on either of those?"
"So, when did you leave Excolo? Why haven't you gone back?"
"Never left it," I say, looking around. The air's cold and a little damp. Breeze is blowing. Tavern's the only thing out here, nothing else but ground littered with dead leaves, slow rise and fall. Think there's a kind of flickering light in the dead trees up ahead, and I head that way.
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Date: 2009-06-17 05:14 am (UTC)Growl at that, and it sounds like the wind in dead branches again. More comin' from me this time, though. My town, dammit. Remember the odd empty feeling when the old mayor died. "Got a name on either of those?"
"So, when did you leave Excolo? Why haven't you gone back?"
"Never left it," I say, looking around. The air's cold and a little damp. Breeze is blowing. Tavern's the only thing out here, nothing else but ground littered with dead leaves, slow rise and fall. Think there's a kind of flickering light in the dead trees up ahead, and I head that way.