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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Monday, July 2nd, 2074 – Sarah Glassner – Outskirts of Portland, OR

I couldn’t sleep. We would be entering Portland in the morning. The city looked ruined, the half-destroyed buildings stretching for miles and miles toward the blue line of the Columbia River. For such a major city, it was terrifying that it wasn’t as well-maintained or even inhabited. No travel seemed to come from the city. There were probably bandits occupying it, but we had no choice but to go through the devastation. It would take days to hike up or down the river to the next bridge. Time was growing short.
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For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

Click here for Chapter 10.

Friday, June 15th, 2074 – Queenie Glassner – Ashland, OR

I kissed my new wife with a greedy passion. I had no idea what her name was, but she was gorgeous. Her flaming-red hair spilled around our faces as we kissed. I stared into her green eyes, lost to this wondrous heat she sparked in me. The redheaded beauty cupped my face with tender fingers.
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For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

Click here for Chapter 9.

Tuesday, June 12th, 2074 – Queenie Glassner – Southern Oregon

My cheeks were warm, and my leg throbbed when I woke up. How could a stupid scratch cause so much trouble? My upper thigh ached worse as I sat up. I reached for the pouch of willow bark, pulled out a piece, and chewed on it. It was bitter, but after I swallowed, the fever and ache diminished.
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