The Midnight Roast
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At 3:00 AM, the espresso machines stop humming and the walls begin to bleed impossible technology.
Asher Reid was just an exhausted medical student cramming anatomy. Grace was just a kind stranger stepping in from the rain. Neither of them was ever supposed to look past the human realm.
But one glance at midnight traps them inside the Midnight Roast a super advanced, hidden supernatural realm filled with technology that turns light into liquid, and creatures so disturbing they challenge everything we know about what faces should look like.
Welcome to the Midnight Roast.
Your coffee comes with a side of destiny, and the only way out is through. sips
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:This story was born from fevered dreams and a love of strange, beautiful worlds.
I will be drawing and uploading custom illustrations of these disturbing creatures as the chapters release, so sit back and get ready to see exactly what's lurking in the shadows! Turn the page, grab your coffee, and let's step into the Midnight Roast together.
(Human realm? Ew, boring)
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