Syd pointed past The Valley of Death Itself, pistol aimed into The Hallows beyond. “There it is, boys,” they said. “The Uncanny Way. Best we go at dawn.” Jack Jack shuddered, muttered to hisself, “Far from home…” while Wolf of Coins narrowed his golden eyes at the horizon. “Unheimlich,” he growled.
Glitchtober 2025 Octoberrors inn The Glitch Western world — jonCates (2025)