Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast
For a moment, just a moment, the army approached and the ghosts won.
“You can see me?” Lucky said, sinking into her chair, her voice small and weak.
Arms reached, their fingers flexing to find and grab and wrap around her neck. Tiny mouths opening to taste her flesh. To bite and suckle.
“How can you see me?”
Revenge spitting from painted red lips or snarling through yellowed teeth.
“Stop,” Lucky said. “Please, stop. I’ll be yours soon enough. And you, all of you, you slaughtered, forgotten nameless—
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