An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “Waystation VII” by J.S. Rogers

Waystation VII squatted near the middle of the Deadlands, its metal walls sealing out the poisonous fogs that clung to the earth outside. A dozen souls made Waystation VII their home, moving through short, narrow halls, breathing in the sour smell of stale air and grease, and serving the travelers who passed through the station…