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“Headmistress hangs her tongue up on the door for the night, but tomorrow she’ll shove it back into her throat.” Francisca halted when...

Armando met the darkness in an apartment. Newly renovated but dirt cheap, Armie had known there would be something terribly wrong.

Beata squeezed the centipede’s guts out like it was a toothpaste container, the slippery nervous system splattering onto the linoleum....

The first memory that returned was how it had felt for his heart to stop pumping blood. He’d been a separate entity from his own body,...