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December 30, 2020 - January 2, 2021
“I haven’t seen anything like that in...”
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Alastir at the door. The poor man still looked like a breeze might knock him over. “I didn’t get it then, but now I think she meant I was second-generation.”
Not bites.
Not shrieks. But screams, and the scent…the scent of burning wood.
The mist…it had been as thick as smoke. It had almost smelled like burnt wood and something pungent.
But no Craven. There had been no Craven
feeding on those bodies. Why? Why was there so much blood—?
