In the Cotton State, if the heat don't getcha the rattlers will. But not when you're swamp trash like the Wordle Friends. Why they were practically bred to survive even the most cavernous depths of the Bible belt. So heat up a Po Boy and listen to this here yarn.
In a narrowing lacuna, the Wordle Friends undergo a volte-face of energies, as heroes become villains and vice versa.
When St. Francis of Assisi visted the remote mountaintops of Alverna, he knelt down to pray and saw a vision of a seraph being...
In which one Wordle Friend discovers the deed to a salt mine.