Copper Country (99-Worder)

Such was the spirit of the time, that nobody there was looking much to the future – or, for that matter, to the past.

It was live for the moment in Octonagone.


But, all that was so long ago.

Pretty Octonagone by the sea; where the dreams of miners were lost in the swell of the waves that crashed upon the shore; where Copper Country women were young and fresh for a season; and stories told had little truth in them.

Pretty Octonagone, where the shadows live.

Where the land is now reclaiming its virtue.

Where people fear to tread.


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