The Ungodly Mountain Part Nine: The Wicked Lure

(Part Eight) The three of us sat with no small measure of tension in my hotel room. It smelled musty, unused, and everything had a drab-bordering-on-dirty look to it. Janice had perched on the edge of the bed, her bag still clutched like a shield on her lap.The blonde stranger, Sasha, had suggested we go... Continue Reading →


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