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The alien intelligences that lived beyond the mausoleums of the real had trusted her with their knowledge so that she might lay a road of blood out for them, where they could sit enthroned and dictate the nature of magic from here to the end of the world.
A new song comes upon us moodily and yet it’s not a sad thing. It’s thicker. It’s a feeling of abandon, like the ragged chaos of the last day of school, the building nearly emptied out, the derelict textbooks flapping open, the rooms empty, the locker doors flung wide, the smell of firecrackers and menace.
The End of Everything
Megan Abbott
We puttered up the last few hundred yards, the road weaving among the great old-growth forest: hemlock, poplar, beech, white oak, all slashed with crimson and yellow and glowing in the headlights. Up here the cold wind ripped across the mountaintop and the trees creaked like a ship under full sail. Other than that there was no other sound. No music, no party voices. No other cars making their way up the mountain; nothing to suggest that anything lay behind those sentinel trees but wilderness.
Black Light
Elizabeth Hand
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