21WhiteRoses

The Landlady meticulously laid out her taxidermy utensils on a metal cart. Every inch of the cart was filled with things like scalpels, forceps, drills, hooks, pliers, stuffing rods, chisels, ...

This was a strange place. Not like any other I'd been to before. Well, at least I don't think I had. It was a town that seemed to have once ...

When I opened my eyes again, perhaps an hour later, I was in a soft bed. The moon glimmered brightly through the windows. Risk was sitting at the side of ...