
1/ SPECTAR SHE was in the basement again. It was pitch black, the only illumination a glowing, quarter moon etched into the floor. A burst of light split the darkness, and she moaned low in her throat. Please, I don’t want to see anymore…I don’t want to look. Yet her feet moved of their own volition, inching toward the mark…and the twisted bundle now lying in its center. A man was curled upon...
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