The Void was smiling.
Moving a planet across dimensions was no mean feat. Pulling something that big through a wormhole…Well, it left cracks. Cracks that all sorts of nasty things could slip through.
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Having popped the hood of his old Chevy Equinox, Chris shone his phone’s flashlight down onto the engine. He was stuck on some dinky little road that ran parallel to I-5, caught halfway between the a*s End of Nowhere and Who the Hell Cares. All he knew was that the GPS had said this was the way to Cottage Grove. His girlfriend’s parents lived there, and they had insisted that he and Molly should visit.
The towering trees on either side of the road made him uncomfortable. With the sun long gone, they looked like shadows. Shadows that swayed as a violent wind whistled through their bra
