Ghouls

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“Miss Lamb.” A thin face shows from the shadows a few paces away.

It’s pale as death, its eyes so dark they could be hollow.

It moves toward me, a light flaring suddenly before it.

I smell sulphur.

“Here,” whispers the apparition. “Let me light your candle.”

from “Lamb” by Kate Cary

JANE BOWLER

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