Tuesday, September 2
Belly of the Beast: Prologue
There was a mask on the wall. He took it up, put it on. Then he saw Fleshripper and, without hesitation, picked it up.
The robe of tattered cotton played out behind him, lending Kham a dignity commensurate with his task.
And then he saw someone in a side corridor watching him. It was his doppelganger, eager and worried, only it looked more feral and hungry, with bright red eyes, sharp fangs, and a long gray tongue…
Suddenly furious, Kham hurried over, gripping Fleshripper tightly.
“You think you can stand in judgment over me?” he shrieked. “You think this has nothing to do with you?!” He wondered just what it was he was capable of. “It is my crown! Mine!” [MORE]
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