I knew I should've destroyed that damned Lump of Flesh but with dark forces on my trail -- drawing bloody sigils on my apartment door, even -- and my stamina flagging, I was desperate. The ritual gave energy, sure, but I don't think it was my own. Soon after, I took a box cutter and opened tidy gill slits in my neck. The 'Insmasu look',…
World of Horror
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