Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast
Their bodies, torn and gashed and trembling, reaching as far as the eye could see.
“And where is your dark?” Evangelical said. She stood in the doorway, shaking the rain from her coat. Then fast, too fast, she was in the chair, tea in hand. In the kitchen she now was, her arm shoved deep in a cupboard. Then gone, the lock turning as she let herself in. Then, again, in the chair, her hand reaching to press against Lucky’s forehead, concerned her charge was running a fever. It was too fast. The past rushing, bleeding into the present. All of it too fast.
Lucky turned away to look out the window, her head confused and light and swimming. There were so many, she thought. So many dead. “I couldn’
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