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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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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