By Elizabeth Hand
Thirty years later she is adrift, on her approach down, and virtually out whilst an previous acquaintance sends her on a mercy gig to interview a famously reclusive photographer who lives on an island in Maine. while she arrives Down East, Cass stumbles throughout a decades-old secret that continues to be claiming sufferers, and he or she reveals one ultimate shot at redemption.
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Disguise your eyes. " She scrambled underneath the desk. I grabbed the biggest bottle at the shelf and became off the safelight. there has been a smooth knock at the rest room door. “Cassandra? " within the subsequent room the door opened. "Oh no, oh no... " His cries have been like a chook crooning. I heard anything skitter around the toilet flooring. Denny swore below his breath and gave a guttural shout. The darkroom door shook as an item used to be flung opposed to it. I heard stomping as he beaten one shell after one other underneath his toes. Then silence. i may see not anything. From underneath the desk got here Kenzie's ragged respiring. I braced myself opposed to the sink and pried the cork from the bottle. there has been a rustle of material, the scrape of wooden as Denny driven opposed to the darkroom door. The darkish tent's legs snapped. The reek of lifeless fish and musk crammed the room. Kenzie whimpered. He used to be within. I grasped the bottle in a single hand, with the opposite discovered the flashlight in my pocket. Phantom shapes swam in entrance of me within the darkness. i started to shake, imagining every one of those used to be Denny. the ground creaked a number of ft from the place I stood. "Cass,” he whispered. “Cass, Cass... " Nausea beaten me, a darkened road. "Cass, Cass. " i could not circulation. The sound of my very own identify certain me, formless horror and Aphrodite's voice in my head. either one of you—nothing. whatever brushed my foot. No, i assumed. now not this time. I grew to become at the flashlight. Denny's dazzled face hung ahead of me, his mouth a gaping gap as I shouted, “Kenzie! Run! " I flung the mercury at his eyes. With a scream he fell. Kenzie bolted for the door with me in the back of her. "Run! ” I yelled as we stumbled into the lounge. “Run and do not cease! Here—" I thrust the flashlight at her. She took it and stared at me blankly till I driven her approximately towards front door. "Get the fuck out of the following! " She fled open air. in the back of me Denny's screams rose to a howl as he staggered from the rest room. "Come—BACK! " Kenzie used to be correct. He had a gun. Mirrors exploded as a shot went wild, then one other. Denny clutched his eyes with one hand then aimed the gun at me. I grew to become and ran out onto front steps, icy rain slashing at my cheeks. Kenzie used to be long past. I grabbed the boat hook, whirled to work out Denny's face, grey splotched with mercury. The gun's barrel thrust opposed to my temple. "You cannot move. ” His breath used to be chilly and stank of rotting fish. “I see you, Cass. i do know. " He twisted his hand. I cried out as steel bored throughout the epidermis beside my eye. "Tell me what you saw,” he whispered. “You observed them. i do know you observed them. " i did not circulate. "I be aware of what you observed. ” He licked his lips. “Tell me. inform me. " I swallowed. My hand tightened imperceptibly round the boat hook. "All of them. ” My voice got here in a hoarse whisper. “I observed them all. " "Where? " "In the quarry. " "Where else? ” He dragged the gun's barrel throughout my cheekbone and that i moaned, feeling my epidermis tear. "The photos,” I gasped. “All your photos—I observed them too. " "And the mirrors? ” His voice was once so tender i'll slightly pay attention him. “What did you spot there? " "I—I do not know.