Brush snapped. The stag shambled forth from the outer darkness. It loomed above Scobie, its fur rank and steaming. Black blood oozed from gashes along its flanks. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Beneath a great jagged crown of antlers its eyes were black, its teeth yellow and broken....
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Laird Barron
You all have a gift. It's free. It's the gift of song.
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Christine E. Schulze
I loved this place. You could prop up the bar and watch the world go by
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Anonymous