Chapter 1 · free to read
Day nine. The demolition permit said forty men, three weeks, one dead cathedral. It never said the cathedral disagreed.
Inside, the pews were gone. In their place stood teeth — a floor of them, tall as men, slick and pale.
Callahan's hat. Weber's jacket. Half-swallowed into the floor, as if the stone had chewed and forgotten to finish.
The door became a mouth, and the mouth closed. Tomas's scream cut off like a switch thrown.
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