The Midnight Lord

A rustling had awakened me from a deranged dream in which three cannibals had spared my life, asking me instead to hum a ballad I used to sing to them when I was younger. My eyes stung from so much darkness. Sleep had left me for good, but still

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The creatures of the last night

The night... The night had haunted Andrei Iorga like a restless lover, ruined by jealousy, a mistress who pulls you into her clutches and would never let you go, strangling you with the possessiveness of her love. So is the dream, an amalgam of images

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