Fortresses are porous things to dead who've chewed through the grave and he took The Man in his house on the hill as the clock finished counting off midnight.
He came on him naked, alone in flagrante delicto...
God, how The Man begged! He'd have crawled, licked the soles of the shoes of this man come to kill him, who yanked him out of his chair by his neck and dragged him outside, and strung him up out by the road in a tree and then set him on fire.
Later, he cut The Man down and called to the dogs, feral dogs who rooted and scavenged by night in the alleys.
They stripped the charred corpse to its bones and he laughed and promised them many to come...
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