Dead Things Shouldn’t WatchEvery dead crow opened its eyes.Not slowly.Not one by one.All at once.Dozens of small black heads turned toward the truck, silver eyes catching in the headlights like coins at the bottom of a grave.I stopped breathing.Damien’s hand tightened on the steering wheel until leather creaked beneath his fingers.“Do not move,” he said.My laugh came out small and wrong. “Great. Excellent. Because moving was definitely my first instinct.”It wasn’t.My body had gone cold and useless in the passenger seat. Corey’s dried blood pulled tight across my fingers. My wet sock rubbed against my heel. The heater blew warm air against my knees like the world had the audacity to keep functioning normally.Outside, the crows hung upside down from the branches, tied by thin silver thread.Their wings shifted in the rain.Not from wind.There was no wind.Only rain falling straight down through the headlights.One crow blinked.Then another.Dead things should not blink.Th
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