The Initiation: A Lovecraftian Short Story by Eliza Stockton The air hung thick like the fumes of a ritual censor. My mind ran wild in the darkness of my hoodwinked body. For in the distance I could hear booted feet approaching where I now sat. Somewhere far away, a nightingale called for her mate. As... Continue Reading →
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