Horror
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The reek of decay and buried truths choked Coldwater Hollow, a forsaken place where sunlight drowned in mist. Mark Strauss slogged along the splintered pavement of Main Street, his boots grinding against the rot of a town that seemed to quiver with dread. Nearing his late thirties, eyes sharp as shattered stone, his past was Read more
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The Hawthorn Tree Series The cottage crouched in the shadow of a gnarled forest, its walls sagging like a hag’s flesh, patched with moss and rot. Inside, the air was a sour stew of damp earth, burnt herbs, and something acrid that clawed at the throat. A cauldron squatted over a fire that spat green Read more
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The Delta sprawled like a fever dream, a steaming sprawl of muck and cypress draped in Spanish moss that hung like funeral shrouds. The night pulsed alive, thick with the drone of cicadas and the sour reek of stagnant water. At the crossroads—where two dirt veins bled into each other under a sky black as Read more
Dany Slone 