You are listening to a Clarksville magazine podcast. I'm your host and narrator Kate Baker.

Greetings, Clarksville citizens. I hope this podcast finds you extraordinarily well. Welcome to the

second story for the month of October, issue 229. Thank you for taking the time to share another

world, meet some new characters along the way. Thank you for supporting us by listening,

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without you. So our story is titled

The Cancer Wolves and is by Fiona Moore. Fiona Moore is a BSFA award-winning, WFA shortlisted writer,

academic and critic, author of management lessons from Game of Thrones, and the Morag and

Seamus series of cozy post-apocalyptic

stories. Her work has appeared in Clark's World, Asimovs, and Interzone, and she has published two

novels. She makes miniatures and runs a blog about cooking food from franchise Thai and cookbooks.

She lives in London with a tortoiseshell cat who has bent on world domination and a snowshoe cat who's not bothered.

And as mentioned, the Morag and Seamus series of cozy post-apocalyptic stories you can find

if you go back and listen to The Walt Garden, King of the Castle, the Children of Flame, the Port Mirian Road, and Morag's boy, all here in Clark's

world. So, my dear listener, I hope that you can sit back, relax, and let me tell you a story.

Coming home to her farm after her usual visit to the spoil heap for tech scraps, she could fix up and sell,

Morag saw a dark, bloody, furry shape about the size of a sheepdog hanging on a set of drying poles near the gate of her neighbor's farm.

Ah, damn it, Owen, she said aloud, glaring at the wolf pelt.

They're dangerous predators, Owen's voice startled her. She hadn't realized he was there.

Her robot, Seamus, braced for attack in response to her surprise, locking its four posterior legs raising its forelimbs warningly, "'like a blocky white mantis the size of a collie dog. "'What do you want me to do about it?' "'Not kill them,' Morag said, gesturing to Seamus to stand down. "'I'm just doing what they're meant to do. I'm losing a lamb a week to them.

If it keeps up, I won't be able to feed my family this winter. Well, that's the wolf's problem,

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