"Then why are you lying to these folks? Because... they would never believe us. And I would never stop screaming if I did."
Jack Andrews once descended into the dungeons of Constantinople. The experience has rendered him something lower than a damaged alcoholic and his companions raving lunatics. Or dead.
A man is hiring black cats - people like Jack, whose encounters with the unknown have made them magnets of the supernatural - for a ride on the Orient Express to regal the rich and bored with their tales of suspense and macabre. And Jack decides, this might be his chance the end the nightmares...
Keves novellat fejezek be ugy, hogy utana rogton elkezdem elorol. Ez egy ilyen.
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