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The Night Hag


“I murder for a living,” he said, “but my true passions are travel and alcohol.” He reached for the saucer of sake, but I grabbed it first...

Shall I Throw It Down


“Shall I throw it down?” asked a monotone drone above us.“Go ahead,” shouted Mr. Monofilio into the dark gape. Metal scraped against metal and a heap of rubbish crashed at the base of the furnace. Someone had hung a cardboard sign reading “toasty fireplace” next to a large white button with a faded “ignite” printed on it...