Reapers: The Apprenticeship of David Mancia – Part 4

Part 4: Gavin Whitley

It was cold in Charlestown, Massachusetts.  Rasool ensured I had a place to lay my head, at the Constitution Inn.  It was a far cry from the luxurious abode I had grown accustomed to in Seattle, but it reminded me of the temporary nature of my assignment.  Charlestown was small and rather clean.  I didn’t see homeless camps along the freeways or city streets; a view that became more and more common in Seattle over the years.  What was Charlestown doing differently?  The Emerald City might learn a thing or two from the New England town.  But, I wasn’t here for civic admiration.  I was here to reap.

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Reapers: The Apprenticeship of David Mancia – Part 1

Part 1: The Fire Druid

I loved walking into places like this with Rasool: seeing all the Preternatural squirm in his presence.  He could turn heads in a human bar well enough: the Egyptian was a handsome man, even if he was around five thousand years old.  He didn’t look a day over thirty.   But, in these Preternatural bars, you’d think he was a god.  I guess, in a sense, he was.  You see, Rasool Ahkenaten was a Reaper.  Or, as he would put it, one who is charged with ensuring the balance of the Preternatural population.  To them, he was the personification of Death.  To me, he was my Master.

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