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  • Fragments, 4.4.25

    In a house of cast-off souls, rust speaks in tongues of boneShelves groan under spines no longer burdened with memoryWhat wears no flesh but fetches the highest price?What whispers secrets in the currency of marrow? ** What runs forever yet… Continue reading

    Fragments, 4.4.25

  • Sweet Tooth

    The rain came down like God had tripped over His own garden hose. Thunder rolled across the suburbs of Evershade in ominous belches, and Nick, the most underpaid cookie delivery driver this side of the apocalypse, squinted through his cracked… Continue reading

    Sweet Tooth

  • The God Who Wakes the Worms

    They say he comes barefoot, leaving footprints of moss in frost-bitten soil. Not summoned, not born but thawed from beneath the world when the first crocus dares to dream. His name is unpronounceable by clean mouths, but the crows call… Continue reading

    The God Who Wakes the Worms

  • Neither Snow Nor Rain Nor Your Eternal Screams

    On the dead-end stretch of Hemlock Circle, the lawns were manicured, the dogs were quiet, and the mailboxes were all sealed with holy water and zip ties. Because of Harold. The mailman. He came every day at 3:33 PM, sharp… Continue reading

    Neither Snow Nor Rain Nor Your Eternal Screams

  • The Epistle of Zarnak

    It was found in the crawlspace behind Father Lorenzo’s confessional booth, bound in eel skin and smelling faintly of burnt copper. The Vatican had no record of it. No index matched its glyphs, and the pages whispered to one another… Continue reading

    The Epistle of Zarnak

  • The Night Unending, Part VI (Finale)

    There was no staircase after the top, only absence. Octavius stood on the edge of the Tower of the Night King and stared into a sky that was not sky but memory congealed into black silk. The stars were watching… Continue reading

    The Night Unending, Part VI (Finale)

  • The Dandelion Rite

    Every spring, just as the dandelions began to blossom, the townsfolk of Gristlethatch performed The Planting. It was tradition, ancient and grim. No one quite remembered how it started—some said it was in the town charter, others blamed the bees—but… Continue reading

    The Dandelion Rite

  • The Night Unending, Part V

    He saw it through a break in the storm, just as the fog finally broke its hold: a jagged silhouette against a sky the color of bruised fruit. The tower rose like a wound in the world, forged from obsidian… Continue reading

    The Night Unending, Part V

  • Cast No Shadow

    Darkness wasn’t a lack of light in Grandma Marla’s house. It was something else. Something present. The first time I noticed it, I was six, chasing a dropped spoon under the dining table. My fingers reached for silver, but touched… Continue reading

    Cast No Shadow

  • The Night Unending, Part IV

    At first, it was just his name that slipped away. He noticed it when he tried to hum a song from his childhood and couldn’t remember the lyrics, then couldn’t remember the tune, then couldn’t remember why it had mattered.… Continue reading

    The Night Unending, Part IV