He traced the sigil on her flesh with the scalpel and watched the red line turn black with deep sprung blood. She smiled revealing nicotine stained teeth and a black tongue. He remembered her saying that she liked to chew tobacco; he remembered that she liked to spit; there were spittoons all over the room [...]
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