Chapter 1 · free to read
Day nine. The demolition permit said forty men, three weeks, one dead cathedral. It never said the cathedral disagreed.
Nine days in, and the crew had stopped going in one at a time and then stopped going in at all.
Inside, the pews were gone. In their place stood teeth — a floor of them, tall as men, slick and pale.
He put his hand flat on it before anyone could tell him not to.
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