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CRIMSON CASTLE

Elias follows my gaze.

“There's nothing there,” he says, squinting at the silver platter, putting me down on my feet.

“What?” I yell, totally not hiding behind his big, manly, broad shoulders. “How can you not see it?” Because it’s there. Huge. Monstrous. Looking at me with a thousand eyes. Threatening to eat my insides. It's... It's... I can barely speak its name. It’s..