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“Is anyone there?”Fawn placed her delicate fingers, ruby red nail polish beginning to flake, on the planchette and took a deep breath. She had never stopped at this hotel before but thanks to a mugger she had been chased from her usual corner down a street she’d never been.It’s just one night. No clients coming out in this snowstorm anyway. The Ouija board was laid out perfectly on the desk when she arrived, the planchette placed perfectly over the letter "F."For Fawn? “The hell?” She had said, chuckling. “Stupid prank.”Not so stupid, s...
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I still remember her. I remember when we first met in the coffee shop on Briar Lane. I remember proposing to her at that same coffee shop in January with snow gently falling outside and frost clinging to the window like we clung to each other. I remember our wedding, our passion, and how much I loved her. The first thing Death told me was that I would forget. So how come I remember so well? Simple. I looked Death square in the face and I said no. I would not forget my true love. And, so, here I am now. Not quite dead or alive, but with a cha...
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