The Day She Summoned
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An original short story by HLMONROEAUTHOR #WITWContest
It was meant to be a game-a circle of salt, a whisper to whatever might be listening. But the figure in the doorway is no game. His eyes are too sharp, his smile too knowing, and the way he says her name makes her blood run cold.
The longer he stays, the more the night feels wrong... like she's been here before. Like she already knows how this ends. But just can't remember.
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