San Francisco, CA
Quentin Geronimo
35 yo

I sat down on a bench, picked up, and examined a dusty old leatherbound book left behind. The thought of who would abandon a beautiful book passed through my mind as a quick visual search revealed nobody around. A faint metallic taste reached my tongue through the nostrils. My eyes watered shut. In the darkness, I felt light-headed and saw an unspeakable, indescribable being. My breath ceased and it unleashed horrific imagery in my mind. A world enslaved by an entity as it watched above. Humans offered their will to the being. My hands thirst for blood. Our fate is inevitable.

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