The Thing in the Fur
The house at the edge of Blackwood sat where the forest began and the town ended, a place where the roads grew narrow and the streetlights grew sparse and the fog grew thick enough to taste. Edmund Graves lived there alone, in a house that had belonged to his mother, who had belonged to her mother, and so on, back through a line of Graves men and women who had all died of something that the...
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