Katrina Carey

Lace and Bones

Her house was dark and damp. Like being in a tunnel underground, forgotten by anyone who cared and smelling like years of loss and silence. Strange noises at night, scratches and bumps. Sometimes clear and rhythmic, sometimes only just there…

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