(INTERLUDE) Curse of the White Woman
Fantasmagoria
Three weeks ago…
Kane McMasters stood brooding in blood. It was congealed and thick and his feet sank into it. He shone his flashlight down as he lifted his favorite boots. The red-black mucus stretched from his sole and dribbled to the floor like clot-filled taffy. “Shit.”
Maryn pointed her flashlight at Kane’s feet. “What is that?”
Kane scowled. “I don’t…
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