The night was singing, melodies of blood and grace and sweet, sweet flesh. The vampire lounged against the side of the ’88 Prelude, dabbing at his chin and cheeks with a stained old shop rag. Oil slicked on the pavement glowed rainbow hues, tinted and tainted by the red neon that glowed overhead, a prismatic… Continue reading Mahogany – Cord – Beyond
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