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“Short stories are tiny windows into other worlds and other minds and other dreams. They are journeys you can make to the far side of the universe and still be back in time for dinner.” – Neil Gaiman.
Within Wet Walls by Lily Childs is a memoir of mortis that reads like an absinthe soaked book of poetry. A book found in a lost forest with an escape map pencilled on the back. The question is will you follow the directions or use it to ignite a flame of warmth? Well the good news is this book serves both purposes without any need for destruction. Because there are sparks crackling between the sentences and routes to dark yet often beautiful places to be found inside the words.
The creatures that haunt Wealdstone Hall, a medieval manor house in a Sussex forest, are offered in fragments of the grotesque reflected through…
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