Hollow World Chapter 20

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Clink. Clink. Clink.

He had just returned from White Sands, New Mexico. The first of the Ancients had arrived. She had occupied a young ebon skinned housewife. Her body lay at his feet now. She had shot herself in the heart. The Ancient had found a new host. The Air Force base was near by.

The Pennyman had taken care of her body. Placed an obol in her mouth. Placed one on each of her eyes. She had been a bearer of the Ancients. She deserved special attention.

He had then been required to shift his attention. The Ancient had decided to flex its new muscles. Thirty-two men and woman lay dead at that base. All because of one Ancient.

The Pennyman was now outside of the Truman and Truman law offices. The ring of cars, the building itself, but a burnt reminder. He knelt down over the corpse of the first man Larry had shot. This man, and the other, had yielded to the call of the Ancients. The war was coming. And these soldiers were already dead.

People were flocking to Boulder City. The first had already arrived. Some were sick and dying. The Pennyman saw to them. Soldiers, the Ancient’s Army, were marching on White Sands. These troops were dying for every mile they advanced. The Pennyman saw to them as well.

His bag never lighter. His stride never faltered. From corpse to corpse he marched. From New York to Newark. From Los Angeles to Las Vegas. From coast to coast. The Pennyman marched on. He had a job to do. He had a place to be. The war was coming.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

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