The Red Veil
There was a door. That’s the best place to start, I guess, given that there’s no good place to start. Luke and I were drinking bourbon and smoking in his attic bedroom. He’d brought me to his family compound in northwest Wyoming right after we were discharged.
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body-horrorgoreviolence
Quasar links out; the story lives on Nightmare, where the author gets the click.