by Morgan Griffith
In a bookstore that smelled of cigarettes and drive-by farts, Craig Valens found Lovecraft and first edition Poe at insanely low prices. Sure that it was a mistake he grabbed an Arkham House treasure. A sudden wave of revulsion enveloped him.
He couldn’t put it back on the shelf fast enough. Brain strobing with murder images he staggered home. He knew the book’s previous owner had done evil, unspeakable things. It had absorbed that energy. He had no clue, however, that a dried, severed ear had fallen from its stained pages and landed perfectly in his coat pocket.
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