Mourninggale (DISCOUNTINUED)
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Last published Thu, Jul 25, 2024
After a man is brutally attacked in his cabin by an unknown figure, a cowboy named Phillin. B. Sireal is hired by the man's wife to find the culprit and embarks on a journey to track down and bring the criminal to justice; for a price, of course. He collects some people, steals some horses, and rides off into the dusk for an adventure.
Unbeknownst to him, however, his actions would lead him down a dark road of ruined lives, backstabbing families, the very unnatural phenomenon, and probably even the devil himself...
Perhaps he should have stayed in the bar...
--- CONTENT WARNING: graphic depictions of violence, abuse, sexual abuse, suicide and self harm, addiction and detailed depictions of drug induced attacks.
(This story is a work in progress - may not be completed.)
This is a stylized western - not all things will be accurate, however we did try for authenticity.
Everything has been translated to a more familiar English because the previous proof reader read the previous non-translated version and had a stroke and died (May Timmy rest in peace.)
(12/19/2025)
As of now, this version of the story is NOT going be continued and will be left as is. However, I'm currently writing another book where this story will be remastered and fixed with better pacing... and also just better writing all around. It will be mostly the same at the beginning, but it will, in fact be different. I apologise for those who had read the entire thing so far only to be told this.
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