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Sacred Ground

A Gothic chapel with all the gory Catholic imagery. A huge crucifix over the altar. A desperate unhoused woman. Being chased by an ancient elder god.

Evelyn Mullins knew she sometimes saw things that weren’t there. Where other people saw only the harmless moving shadows cast by streetlights or car headlights or lights spilling out from buildings, she would often see more alarming things hiding in the darkness. She had learned not to warn others of these lurking dangers. What other people could not see; they could not believe. And what they could not believe, they pitied or mocked or scorned.

Or worse.

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