Burnt

50 days, thought Sally the Spark O Naut (Sparky) at the old Tiler’s Church in North Yd. Time to finally give up on the Reverend and head home.

But upon reaching the plateau above the decrepit town, Sparky found her service station had disappeared in the meantime, along with perpetually wind blown Raphaelia and her orange cat. Only the wind left.

She’d have to ask the other Sally on the opposite side of the Death Bowl for information. Aka: Lying Widow.

It was the only logical thing to do.

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