Monday, May 18
Chaugnar Faugn: Part 5 – Night Sweats
Carlo Schippone felled his companion, stubbornly clubbing him over and over with a rock, patiently breaking his face down to the bone. It was a man he knew well, someone who trusted him. Kham recognized him. It was Flavius Servilius, the centurion who had demoted Quintus years ago.
Whistling tunelessly, Schippone produced a knife and started to strip Flavius’ body open like he would a rabbit. Though Kham wanted to look away, he watched him make every cut.
Then Schippone laid the corpse out on a rock, wet-red. A hundred quiet ghosts could smell the blood. They looked out of their black lair in the rock and wondered…
Sebastian too was tormented by something horrible in his sleep. He was all alone in the dark.
Something old and bloated was out there. It shifted its weight. [MORE]
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