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Apocalypse Then

Some Crimes You Never Stop Paying For

Stormbringer

Apocalypse Then Part One

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Once upon a time there was a man.


He wasn't a very moral man, in fact he thought he had no moral core at all. That way he could con, thieve, and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh to his heart's content without a single pang of conscience. Which was quite convenient. Thanks to his lack of moral fibre this young man was able steal $50 million in gold bullion before his 28th birthday.

Fate is not so convenient as the lack of a conscience though. Our hero has not even had a chance to enjoy his ill-gotten gains when he discovers that all is not as it seems. Powerful interests, very powerful men, conspire to send him into the heart of the beast: the Third Reich.

This should have been child's play to one devoid of morals but what happens when that conscience begins to surface? What happens when our hero discovers there are crimes that he simply cannot live with? Is there a road to redemption from the very gates of Hell?

Sixty million people were killed in the second world war.

How many remember where they were when the war began on the 1st of September 1939?

I remember.


I should remember.



I started it.

My name is Robert Leroy Parker.

The Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Apocalypse Then Part Two

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There lay the army of the dead.


Regimented row after regimented row still lined up on the station's platform.

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The sight of those corpses stopped me in my tracks. Almost in a daze I took my seat, occupying the single empty slot in the nearest file.

What the hell was happening?


Hell had to be the word. I thought that I’d been through hell before but surely nothing could be worse than this?

How had it all come to this?

How had it come to this?

© 2023 by SAMANTA JONES

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