For those of you who missed the inkling, a verge publication which premiered in September’s issue, we still have a few copies left.  Numerous entries were passed over for various reasons, but one particular story by Dino Lull is so fantastic, I want to share it with you.  Be forewarned, it is very graphic, disturbing and not intended for younger readers.

1478 Wiltshire

Dino Lull

The place was a dive.  A hovel.  A junkheap.  Not much left but the shell of a building, old tin cans of Alpo, and used hypodermics that were sure to give you something nasty and rotting if you stepped on them barefoot.

But I had to wonder, why would anyone be barefoot in this city?

Still, whether the place was a mansion or a hole in the wall, it was the one time home of my favorite poet, Frank Costello III.
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