Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast
She glanced toward Benji, not wanting to see Peabody’s waxen face or unblinking eyes or ghoulish grin.
He stood, her beloved. His body abandoned and forgotten, the memory of who he was waited, his eyes on the ceiling.
All those failures feeding your shadow. Peabody’s breath was cold against her cheek as he smiled, his eyes, too, lifting skyward to the dusty, dingy, yellow stretch above. And now, your trip into forever.
And against all reason, her thoughts too slow to stop her, she looked up.
On the ceiling above, the dead lived. But not the rats and beetles and bugs and snakes she feared waited in the hidden spaces of Eidolon. No. This was a seething swarm of human souls fighting what felt l
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