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wishbonemotel · 1 year
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Blood of Eurydice
Second short installment in Nadia's Ghost series, Where the Stolen Roses Grow, is up!
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It’s then that it hits them like a brick to the chest— cigarette smoke weaving with cheap cologne, scent stale and bitter in the still night air. Her cigarettes, her cologne. 
The hairs on the back of their neck rise with the fog pressing in, swallowing the cemetery from every direction. Even the crickets and creatures of the night have stilled into a suffocating silence. They are being watched but they cannot bring themself to turn around and break the illusion that it’s her eyes following them.
Any sane person would be running.
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