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by Zeebop

Chapter 2

Anya lifted the nearest candle. It was black, small, and when she held it in the palm of her hand the others could see the strange sigils inked into her skin. She stared into the flame as if she could see something in it the others could not. "Many people do not believe in the o...

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Chapter 6

Latoya already had her candle in hand, as Leroy doused his. She leaned against her brother's shoulder, the patch of vitiligo along her chin catching the light of the small flame, even as her flat cap hid her eyes from view. "A good story about how one step into darkness can lead...

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Chapter 9

The candles around Anya were all black. She selected the one closest to being burnt out, and held it in her hand. "I've gone back to the brothel a few times, since I left. Not to work, not to stay there, but to listen to the other women. They all have stories to tell. Sometimes...

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Chapter 16

"Witchcraft," Anya said, as she picked up a candle, "has been grossly misrepresented by pop culture. A generation thought the secrets of the Black Mass were available in English in paperback, that a pentagram tattoo made you a sister those accused at Salem in 1692, that the great...

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Chapter 22

Jason reached behind him, and brought forth a can of lager. The pop-crack-hiss of the tab was sharp in the night; already a fifth of the candles were gone, and the darkness notably closer in. He took a long sip. "I needn't tell you that not everything in a sideshow is real. You...

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Chapter 27

Latoya's smile was as wicked as her brother's face was somber. She leaned over to grab a candle. "It didn't end there, of course. The boy, Hermes. What do you think happened when his mother died? Auntie told me what happened with... > THE BOY WITH THE THREE GOLD RINGS Hermes T...

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Chapter 31

Asenath rose to pluck a candle from the shrine. She paused to think for a long moment before beginning. "Not everyone knows what they are worth. It is a harsh world, and people must put a price on their labor. Yet what would happen if that price were to drop? I call this story.....

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Chapter 39

Roberta rose, and took measured steps to retrieve her candle. They were more than a third gone now, wax dribbling down their sides, and the night hushed as the darkness deepened. Without preamble, she launched into her story, declaring this: > THE CASE OF THE FINAL AFFLICTION T...

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Chapter 40

"We like to talk about ghosts and ghouls, but not all horror is supernatural," Leroy said as he rose and stooped to fetch a candle. "In fact, most horrors are all too human. What one person does to another. This is a story of one such human horror, and I call it... > SLEEPY TIME...

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Chapter 48

"There's a sequel," Latoya said, as she took a swig. She traded the flask back to her brother, in exchange for a candle. "A nasty one. I call it... > FOUR HUNDRED DEAD NAZIS The Klan never got much traction in Dagon's Hollow. It was the robes as much as anything. The first few...

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Chapter 73

Asenath retrieved a candle. Then she looked up. The others traced her gaze into the darkness above. There were no clouds. No moon. Just a hundred points of light. "Dagon's Hollow is a dark sky country," she said. "The street lamps and lights are all covered, less lightspill. So...

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Chapter 91

Miu picked up the furthest candle from the dark. There weren't many left now. Everyone sat wrapped in shadow. "There was a story, that young women would tell each other," she said. "That a young bride who died a virgin would become a ghost, and prey on the bridegroom and his fam...

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Chapter 99

Jason cracked open his last beer. A smile on his lips as he offered a silent toast, and took a sip. The candle rested on his right knee. "Well. If we've come this far, I guess I should try to end this with a good one. I call this one > FREAK TRAIN It was a night in the lonesom...

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Chapter 101

No one moved. Asenath gave a smile as she held the stub of a candle in both hands. The sole light in the darkness. The air was still, like the night itself was holding its breath. Waiting to hear the last story...and whatever came after. "Like the others, my last story is a pers...