The First Paragraph Means Everything!

The steam engine pierced the desert darkness like a ghost through the fragile veil of the witching hour. Although hundreds of eyes beheld her passage, none of them possessed the mental capacity to comprehend the journey she’d undertaken. Human life was a rarity on the outskirts of the towns spotting the parched, fractured countryside, yet life thrived in abundance. Life whose only purpose was to feed upon the still beating hearts of others. – Midnight Train To Tucson by C. Derick Miller, featured in the upcoming horror/western anthology “The Book Without A Name”

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