“For fifty shillings, I’ll reunite you with lost loves,” boasted the barman. I desperately slammed my coins on the counter. “Give me Geraldine!” With a flash, a dark figure came into focus, but it was not the wife I remembered. Her once-porcelain skin flaked like cigarette ash, charred and crumbling beneath tattered clothes.
“My love!” I said, embracing her. “You’ve come back to me!”
But her eyes were on the bandy-legged creatures now surrounding us. With horns like blackened scythes, they spat flames that scorched my skin and filled my throat with ash.
“No,” she said. “You’ve come to me.”
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