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October 2024 Kickoff!

 Hello there!


We are once again at the most wonderful time of year, and so we return to Port Astor during one of its most troubling and tumultuous times times, The Plague of '30! This year, we explore some irregularities around Port Astor State University, and the staff...

Like last year, starting next Saturday there will be a new piece of the story released until the finale on 10/26. Below is the schedule!


• Part 1: The First Port Astor State University / Releases 10/12

• Part 2: An Unsent Letter found in PASU Archives / Releases 10/19

• Part 3: Sending Scouts / Releases 10/26


In addition to this, I will be at the Lovecraft Film Festival in Portland, OR this weekend (yes, right now), as well as at the Oddities & Curiosities Expo! 

And, last but not least, my first collection of short stories hits digital shelves Monday (10/7). If you've been keeping up here, many of the stories will be familiar to you, but there is a piece in collection that will never be released anywhere else!

Below are the purchase links;

Link 1

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