Gloaming Gap

The horrors of small-town life



West of Eden

Kadamb reached down for a chunk of earth. Dry and brittle, it gave way easily to his practiced fingers, and the re-pulverized bits sifted back down to where he had disturbed it. This was the place. Here.


Good afternoon, Gloaming Gap Emporium. Betsy speaking. How may I help you? I’m sorry. There seems to be some interference on the line; could you repeat that? Perhaps there is a problem with the phone lines.

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