Monkey's Paw

“Outside, Rainsford fought turning back and looking to where Zaroff’s corrupt construct loomed behind him like a guillotine blade, but he could not resist and peered over his right shoulder catching a heavy slice of it. The rising stone walls, seamlessly fitted, made the place look like a fairytale fortress, and he considered how the sun, high enough to cast directly against the walls, came off as dull upon the towering edifice, leaving a brackish smear to blotch an otherwise perfect cobalt sky. Even the tall windows, sunken and appearing raked by long fingernails from a monster hand, refused to reflect the morning’s glory. Any hint of vitality came in the form of various mosses and lichens holding onto the lowest roofs in melancholy desperation against the ripping winds.”

-excerpted from The Most Dangerous Game: A Taste for Game by Ralph Lagana

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