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a near perfect southern gothic piece of literature. this contained some of my favorite grotesque descriptions i’ve ever read.

“the murdered lay in a great pool of their communal blood. it had set up into a sort of pudding crossed everywhere with the tracks of wolves or dogs and along the edges it had dried and cracked into a burgandy ceramic. blood lay in dark tongues on the floor and blood grouted the flagstones and ran in the vestibule where the stones were cupped from the feet of the faithful and their fathers before them”

“flies clambered over the peeled and wigless skulls of the dead and flies walked on their shrunken eyeballs”