My next short story is live! And yes, it’s another vampire tale. But.. different, this time. In style and theme.

Antique bedframe. Made from wood sacrificed by an oak that has witnessed the deterioration of sin. Black leather pillows on sheets of purple velvet. An aria sung by decay and dust.

On the sheets, between pillows of stolen leather, lies a man. His hair is only beginning to turn that undefinable shade caught between grey and white. Neither one, nor the other.

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