Seems like a lot of people started following me thanks to this piece. Normally, I'd message my thanks to everyone personally, but I haven't been getting notifications about Commaful on my phone, and ...
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The vampire's red eyes glow like embers beneath the quillions of my sword. I hold the sword by the blade, hilt up. In the near-perfect dark of the windowless Detroit basement, the cross of the guar...
Detroit is a shit hole. Driving down Highway 59 is like passing through a hospital: Off whites and slate greys mingle into an indistinct and oppressive haze. There's a sense of sterility and morbidi...