One Century AgoIt would rain tonight. Reeves Gerfast did not need to glance over his shoulder to know the sky was darkening behind him as black clouds drew in with a gait made ponderous by the weight of precipitation bellying at their core. He could smell it— the thick, earthy petrichor. It threaded through the air and billowed past the curtains to curl along the sensitive nape of his neck, stirring the fine hairs with the familiar touch of a lover. Its cooling presence offered reprieve from the day’s humidity, which had left the intoxicating smell of chemicals and embalming preservatives to settle in a soupy mirage.Gerfast exhaled deeply as the bunched yet frail muscles lining his back and shoulders began to tighten under the lull of the receding afternoon heat. Rays of light began to ebb from the walls and floor on silent feet, slinking over misplaced furniture, large jars teeming with body parts, and two bodies with a dark sheet drawn over them. The accruing darkness did litt
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