06/13/2026
They called him The Pastor. Burlington NC still remembers why. 🦴⛪
Before the Syndicate. Before the theater. Before the golden eyes caught the light of a forgotten stage — Rusty Bones was a Sunday morning staple in a city that needed one. He carried the weight of every pew, every prayer, every note that wasn't supposed to be played in church but got played anyway.
The South shaped him. The music saved him. And now he's standing on a stage at the Fantasy Fair.
Chapter 3 of Threads 👇
https://www.amazon.com/Threads-Fantasy-Fair-Syndicate-Novel-ebook/dp/B0GZ1GQNYN/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1NE2YHBAQ4GVS&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.rfeHESdWSeYQ1FFp9PzKpg.1Jfmnsgb_r31Fv8LsKyzcGPinbkMu7Mm2N5wSRM2mSQ&dib_tag=se&keywords=fantasy+fair+syndicate&qid=1780195809&sprefix=fantasy+fair+syndicate%2Caps%2C370&sr=8-1