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...

Godhow 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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Comment by Angela on October 28, 2012 at 7:22pm

Hardcore.

Comment by Paul de Denus on October 27, 2012 at 2:25pm

Agree with Mike- quite the scene

Comment by Mike Handley on October 27, 2012 at 1:00pm

Damn powerful imagery, Homes. I could almost smell the burning flesh.

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