A man spends the night at a small village inn to memorialize a past tragedy. This year, however, the past has come for him. Here's an excerpt:
The darkness in front of us splits, and a pair of blinding orbs appears from nowhere. There’s an awful sound: squealing, bellowing, screaming. I feel like knives are stabbing my ears, I can’t tell which way is up.
We aren’t rushing through the darkness anymore. Everything’s perfectly quiet. I think I’m upside down, and there’s something dripping in front of me.
That’s the rest of the dream, just me staring at the source of the dripping, staring and not believing it’s all that’s left of her.
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