[ SECRET POST #2419 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2419 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Notes:

Way early because taking dog to the vet. :c

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[(Anonymous)]

I walked into the cafe with a jaunty spring in my step. The pumpkin spice latte had arrived at last! It had taken many long, unbearable days for me to finally admit that summer was at an end, but now I had fully embraced fall, and I was looking forward to hot caffeinated autumnal goodness.

I began to make my way through the dining area to the counter, but something stopped me. A flash, a shadow, a hideous shape glimpsed only briefly. My skin tingled. Acid fear flushed through my veins. I stumbled backward, accidentally knocking a cane out of an old woman's hand. "Oh!" she exclaimed. She flailed and swayed before tumbling onto her side and then rolling over onto her back. She rocked back and forth, like a gigantic alabaster turtle.

"MY HIP! JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH, I'VE BROKEN MY HIP!"

I wanted to help her, but it was all I could do not to run screaming from the building. In the corner, there sat a repulsive figure, covered in grease and cotton entrails, face encased in a grotesque plastic cage. Its movements were jerky and unnatural. They seemed to blur, as if the creature's locomotion were out of sync with the rest of reality. I whimpered and its head shot up at the sound. Its eyes locked onto mine -- cold, dead eyes, black as night. I knew, in that instant, that I was done for.

Such was the night I met Cassandra Clare.