Stories by Hans Jansson
The Feast
Each spring, the town falls silent. Doors locked, streets empty, even family gone.
It is the vanishing day.
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Centuries' Love Lost
A poem, epigraph if you will, that will be a prologue to a gothic vampire story in the future.
Prologue
This is the prologue to my short story collection "Through a Forest Lake's Calm Surface, Darkly", y...