Midnight:
A most ghastly cry pierces the night. I lay in bed motionless, eyes wide, heart racing. What was that noise? Did I dream it? Yes, I must have. Nothing sounds like that. Maybe I’m still dreaming! Yes, that’s it, I’m still drea—

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehh”

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The full version of this story is available in
'BERGAMOT, EARL OF GREY' VOLUME 1.