The Cult of Death, by K.L. Pereira

The first time you saw her, she was getting change from the machine in the lavanderĂ­a; copper and nickel clacked against her metal palms, a rain of clicks pricking your eardrums. She was just as grotesque as your sister said: silvery fingers stiff as stone, jointless and smooth, unable to pluck the money from the … Continue reading The Cult of Death, by K.L. Pereira