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Then all was silent. I was unable to move. I was petrified. Time had no meaning, even my heart was frozen. I stood that way for God knows how long, and then suddenly my reflexes returned, my muscles melted into obedience, and I fled back to the house. “From that moment, all hopes of ever finding peace at this place were shattered . . . I left the mortal remains of my hopes to molder in this graveyard . . .”
— Apr 01, 2025 11:42PM
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He was still smiling. The room whirled and spun, his face was the only fixed point in my focus, my eyes were held on his grinning teeth. “You’re not well, Brookes?” he asked. “I . . . dizzy . . . I . . .” The empty glass was still in my hand. I looked at it, saw the points of light reflected along the rim; saw the tiny flakes of white powder in the bottom . . . Saw nothing.
— May 05, 2025 01:55AM
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There was nothing on the ground. As I straightened up a drop hit me on the cheek, too heavy for rain, and when I wiped it my hand came away red. I thought I’d cut myself on a branch, and rubbed my cheek, then took my hand away and held it out, palm upwards, to see if there was blood. There wasn’t. And then, as I was watching, there was. A drop fell directly into my palm, thick and red.
— May 01, 2025 01:34AM
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I knelt, and felt a sudden beat of sympathetic pain. It was the broken skull of a dog. A brave dog. I wanted to say something, but one doesn’t express those things. Gregorio stared at the skull for a moment, stone faced, and then he shrugged. “It is done,” he said. There was nothing else there. He walked silently back to the horses.
— Apr 29, 2025 12:04AM
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A vision of Susan occupied my mind and then, as the dreams became more powerful than the thoughts and my subconscious mind rejected the restrictions of my will, it became a vision of the splendid Anna which I was unable or unwilling to reject. I yielded to this night-time prowling of the id, the transformation of thought to dream.
I was asleep.
I awoke in instant terror . . .
— Apr 24, 2025 01:41AM
I was asleep.
I awoke in instant terror . . .
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“I hope you get the bastard. What gun are you using?” It took me a moment to comprehend that. “I didn’t come to shoot it,” I said. MacPherson blinked. “Then what the hell are you going to do?” “That depends on what it turns out to be.” MacPherson snorted. Then he looked serious. He said: “Well, it’s none of my business, but if you’re going to look for this thing, you’d better take a gun with you.”
— Apr 17, 2025 03:21AM
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How uneasy such talk made them! Yet it was but the raving of a scorned woman, they had no cause to hate the foreign bride. Then the deaths began.
— Apr 13, 2025 09:49PM
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I seized the lantern from Jacob without a word of explanation, knowing he must think me mad as I plunged off into the storm, wondering where madness did lie as I hurried toward the graveyard.
— Apr 09, 2025 01:47AM
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On the second circuit, I found the book I sought. I knew, even before I pulled it from the shelf, that it was what I sought; knew, also, that it was the worst it could have been; drew it down and saw that the top was without its coat of dust, and that Catherine had delved into it more than once. The book was Malleus Maleficarum.
— Apr 07, 2025 04:19AM
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“And thus,” I interrupted, “when your mother first came to Fengriffen House, she did not come as a virgin bride.” Fengriffen blinked. “Of course not. A widow . . .” He paused, regarding me with a strange expression. Yes, Charles knew the form the curse had taken. This was not the way to disprove it, and for some time we were silent.
— Apr 06, 2025 01:17PM
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Whittle paused. “Not a pretty tale,” I said. He looked at me rather sadly. “There is worse to come,” he said.
— Apr 04, 2025 03:28AM
