Monday Night

It wasn't the screams in the cavern that got Walsh, or the piles of bones that cluttered corners like displaced refuse. It was the song. The haunting melody filled the space behind the echoing anguish of the in-progress martyrs. It made the hair on his back rise. It called to him.

He touched his face and felt the slick warm of blood. Not his blood.

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