[It doesn't seem to care either way which path Jeff chooses. After all, there is terror either way; the terror of the familiar mob, or the terror of the unfamiliar, the apocalyptic.
It regards him with curious hunger as Jeff approaches it, and then turns a little, stepping back into the border of its own domain; the cracked and overgrown roads, empty morgue tables, and ruined cemetaries.
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It regards him with curious hunger as Jeff approaches it, and then turns a little, stepping back into the border of its own domain; the cracked and overgrown roads, empty morgue tables, and ruined cemetaries.
It's almost an invitation.]