The phone is in her hands. She doesn’t want to switch it on for fear of this coffin-like space keeping her safe and trapped, she doesn’t want to see Aditya’s face in that pale blue glow, the blood marking out a crimson grin in a ghost mask, she doesn’t want to see that he’s not Aditya at all, but something else, that ancient god behind dead eyes, animated by the rutting of horrible men from across time.
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