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 LOGS FROM THE VOID To access the journals, consider subscribing to JJFBbennett via: Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/1809829/join   DeviantArt : https://www.deviantart.com/jjfbbennett/subscriptions Meta Subscriber Hub for exclusive content: https://www.facebook.com/JohnBennettArt/subscribenow?surface=pinned_comments The Highway and the Lost Soldier What began in Journal 001 as "T he Whisper of the Rust ", a haunting, ancient frequency in the desert static that lured travellers into the spinifex, soon became a physical threat in Journal 002 " The Salt and the Sinew ", as a crawling, unnatural drought began parching the land and its people, reclaiming their very moisture as an ancient debt.  Now, in Journal 003: The Tithe of the Living , this relentless hunger has materialised on the Stuart Highway as "The Thirst That Walks." Even the sealed, air-conditioned sanctuary of a tourist bus cannot protect the living, as a single open door is all it takes for t...
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