#kearney

Electric substation

Dock Bridge.

Thanks to @writingrosesonneptune for tagging me here! The word for this game was PEACHY.

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P – Putting that troubling image aside, Lawrenson still had all of his usual lingering discomforts to contend with.

E – Even his uncles stood and spoke with some distance to him, casting furtive glances in Raymond's direction as if to affirm that he was still out of earshot.

A – As he made to push himself upright, Farrow placed his foot between Markov's shoulder blades and forced him back against the ground.

C – ‘Come on,’ Farrow urged, nudging McCarthy's leg with the toe of his shoe. ‘Tell me more about him.’

H – His own disgusted scoff, the almost snarling way he'd declared Not on your life!—Markov could still recall these sounds clearly, as clearly as he remembered the brief expression of rage that had passed over Kearney's face before fading.

Y – ‘You want to know what I've learned?’ At this point he reclined slightly, then, as if recalling that the seat did not have a back, hurried to right himself before he fell. ‘...There's nothing in this world worth worrying about.’

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