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“I hate Fridays.” Theo rubbed at his temple, trying to ease the pain as voices chanted prayers, devout and desperate alike, into his head. Of all the days to pick for worship, why Friday? How am I supposed to enjoy my Friday with all these whiny humans crying in my ear? As he sipped on his hot cocoa, the lights flickered, then all went out. Suddenly, there was a burst of light, and a voice boomed to Theo. “Thireas.” Theo looked over. “What?” Out of the light, walked a woman in white, a blindfold hiding her eyes from view. “...
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The overhead light flickered out. The man watching it trembled. Only two more lights. The inhuman noises from outside the ramshackle hut roared, as if in celebration. George Henwin shook the dead bulb gently, silently begging it to come back to him. "No, no, please!" It was no use; the bulb had been burning for 2 months, longer than George had expected. Ever since the world was plunged into chaos by the shadows, he had relied on his collection of half used bulbs to keep him safe from their shrieks and claws. The longer he lived, howe...
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