The Beast in the Barn
The barn smelled of hay and old wood and something else—something sour and animal that Zeke could not name. He stood in the doorway and let his eyes adjust to the dim light. Cora Mae Thibodeaux was on all fours in the center of the barn, eating grain from a wooden trough. She looked up at him with clear, terrified eyes. Her forehead bore a red cross, painted in what looked like rust mixed with...
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