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Beardley Lodge
Monday, September 22, 2014
4:34 a.m.
The nightmare wedged its tentacles in Laetitia’s mind, so vivid it carried her to that otherworldly place where memory confused itself with subjectivity.
“I’m not feeling well.” Laetitia wavered slightly on her feet.
“It will pass. No time.” Two red hazy forms flanked and steadied her by the elbows, steering her by the dim staircase without pause, their voices echoing and silencing in Laetitia’s ears. Laetitia was towed through the maze of underground halls, corridors, and rooms made of bones, full of laughing and partying people she didn’t know. At the end of the last and longest room, a nebulous black shape floated in front of large, immensely tall wooden double doors.
“Fulffffill wishhhh. Take place. Ussss.”
Laetitia blinked
