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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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Tuesday, May 22nd, 2074 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Sierra Nevada, CA

The nun ran right toward me, screaming in terror. She held up the gray skirts of her habit as she fled, exposing legs clad in blue jeans. Her pale-blonde hair streamed behind her, tangled with her white veil.
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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 3.

Tuesday, August 8th, 2073 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Sierra Nevada, CA

Pain flared as I tumbled down the Truckee River.
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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.

Click here for Chapter 2.

Tuesday, August 8th, 2073 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Sierra Nevada, CA

The sun rose, shining through my window.
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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 1.

Monday, August 7th, 2073 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – The Sierra Nevada, CA

The sun was hot as I crossed the mountain meadow. One of the cows had broken through the fence and wandered far from the cabin. The long summer had begun drying out the grass, turning greens to golds. I wiped at my brow and scanned the tree line a mile away for the missing heifer with a pair of broken binoculars. One of the lenses was cracked—Rex had dropped it last year—but the other still worked.
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