Sins of Smoke
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When Cooper's brother discovers he's won a second chance with the girl that recently broke his heart, Cooper decides to tag along to the Coyote Inn. Knowing that his gang will likely be up to their old tricks they chase the setting sun with a smile on their faces.
However, the night takes a turn when a darkness that has stalked the town for ages past finds a new vessel. A horror hidden in the depths of children's ghost stories.
At what point in our lives do we forget to believe in monsters?
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Reviews:
- 'Would not be out of place in a Stephen King anthology.'
- 'Excellent short story. This is From Dusk Til Dawn meets the Exorcist. The narrative voice of the protagonist only makes it more real.'
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