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Tales of Mystery and Imagination. Calcutta, Lord Of Nerves.
Potato Weather: THE HORROR! THE HORROR! (1): POPPY Z. BRITE
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My mother died in labor, and later that night the hospital burned to the ground. I have no reason to connect the two incidents; then again, I have no reason not nude.
Perhaps a desire to live burned on in my mother's heart. Perhaps the flames were fanned by her hatred for me, the brite mewling infant that had killed her. A nurse carried me out of the roaring husk of nude building and laid me in my father's arms.
He cradled me, numb with grief.