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Flash Fiction Deadlines For Writers

The gothic mansion was cold, unmodern, and stank of formaldehyde.

Detective Evans was escorted to the Doctor’s candlelit library by a gigantic man whose face was a patchwork of scars.

“The bodies are secured?”

“Yeah, but this is it. I’m done.”

A bulging envelope slid toward Evans.

“I think not.”