What Blood Leaves Behind (The Poison Rose) - Plot & Excerpts
Pulses of electronica, washes of sound. A strange music that wakes me. I lift up my head. It’s pitch black and I can’t remember where I am. At first the music irritates me, interfering with my sleep but then I realize I shouldn’t be asleep, that I’m in a dangerous place. I should get to my feet and try to get back— But you’re not in the Orphanage. You’re on the far side of the river again. And this is the sanctuary you’ve found. But those sounds—where are they coming from? They’re soft enough not to have startled me awake, did not make me leap from my chair like someone had snuck up behind me and screamed in my ear. But it’s not right that they should be here. There shouldn’t be music playing close to me unless something is wrong, unless someone is messing with me. My eyes can just barely separate different degrees of black in the gloom, black that’s inky deep and impenetrable and a softer shade edging to gray that allows me to see—the shape of a man right across from me.
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