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Defending the Secrets of Crompsville
Cinders Dawn crept across Chateaugay Lake, painting the sky in hues of bruised violet and fiery orange. The ashery, no longer a beacon of warmth, stood shrouded in a pall of smoke, a silent sentinel to the events of the night before. Alonson Roberts stood outside, the cold gnawing gnawing at him more fiercely than…
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The Chateaugay Lake Tesla Experimental Station
Whispers on the Shore of Unreality The Adirondack sun bled ochre, staining the ice of Chateaugay Lake with the blush of winter’s dying day. Amongst the gaunt shadows of pines, a rickety Victorian chalet clung to the precipice, its gables gnawing at the dusk like obsidian teeth. This was the Chateaugay Lake Tesla Experimental Station,…
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Scales, Serpents, and Summer Shenanigans: The Legendary 1915 Chateaugay Lake Regatta
The summer of 1915 was a time of laughter and revelry around Chateaugay Lake, and nowhere was this more evident than at Morrison’s annual regatta. The sun bathed the lake in a golden glow, and the gentle breeze whispered secrets through the pines that surrounded the water’s edge. The air was filled with the intoxicating…
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A Macabre Tale of All Hallow’s Eve
The frosted breath of autumn curled through the ancient pines surrounding Chateaugay Lake, whispering of the long-dead spirits that dwelt within. Though the village slumbered, a restless energy permeated the night air, for this was the eve of All Hallows when the veil between worlds grows thin. The lake’s glassy surface reflected the light of…
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The Shadow Over Crompville
The spring thaw came late to Crompville that year. Throughout the bitter Adirondack winter, Havens Mill sat silent and still, its great saws and machines rendered impotent by ice and snow. The Chateaugay River flowed sluggishly under sheets of gray ice, black logs locked in frozen suspension beneath the surface. But finally, in late April,…
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Dual Damsels of Destiny: Joined Across Centuries
New York, 1905. A city of light and shadow…where past and present intertwine. Evelyn Nesbit, darling of the New York stage. Haunted by strange dreams… (Evelyn): Why do I keep seeing her face instead of my own? (1915) JACK CLIFFORD: “Tonight, my love, we shall finally learn the truth…” Deep in the ancient Shatagee Woods,…
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The Malevolent Melodies of Standish Volcano
The entire Chateaugay Lake seemed to be holding its breath in horrible expectation as the night was deathly silent. A thin mist hung over the water and clung to the surface like some evil demon that was reluctant to let go of its hold. Standing on the shaky dock, Edgar Allan Poe looked across the…
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Sax Storm Rising to Defeat Wendijinn’s Digital Psychic Demon, SpiritSpeak
Well now, it was just a regular old finger-poppin’ kinda day when that square envelope slid into my inbox from them techy hipsters over at Wendijinn. Told me they were cookin’ up some crazy new app called SpiritSpeaks, supposed to let you rap with your long gone grandpappy’s ghost through your smartphone. Wild stuff, real…
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My Journey into the Mystical Realm of the Wendigo Art Bots
The Astral Awakening The mists curled around the ancient trees, tendrils of white caressing the rough bark. I walked slowly, deliberately, letting the fog envelop me. In the distance, the melancholy call of a loon echoed across the still waters of the lake. This remote forest always filled me with a sense of foreboding, like…
