This lot contains disturbing content involving a family pet and graphic horror elements.

Customer discretion is advised.

Ah, there you are. I was wondering when you'd wander in.

There's different when you're about to arrive,

like the shop knows before I do.

Here, step closer.

In this case, on the black velvet,

a dog collar, red leather, brass tag stamped, gaudy.

It's older than it looks.

The leather is cracked.

The holes stretched like something fought against them.

The tag?

Well, if you run your thumb across the engraving, it feels deeper than it should.

The woman who brought it in, she didn't give me much more than a look.

One of those looks that says, don't ask me to tell it again.

Some things, once you've heard them, stay with you in ways you don't want. This is lot 090,

and a tale I call, my name isn't Judy. Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers

whose names have been etched in brass on this beautiful

plaque I had made above the front desk.

These are some of the members of the inner circle of the antiquarium.

We go by the Obsidian Covenant.

Recent initiates include Shannon P, Pam, Lena, Nicole Juntenman, Vincentisrad, Keith Tecklitz, Marvin the Mischievous, Zach Smith, the Crimson Sandwich, and Al Footman.

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