Dr. No Sleep presents

Prophet of the Hallowed Corpse by Dave Kavanaugh.

All stories end with death if you stick with them long enough.

But I've now come to see that the best stories begin with death and the new life that

springs from decay.

Think of a humble fungus feeding on a carcass to summon forth a great bloom of psychoactive

mushrooms.

In this way, the festering ooze and putrid marrow of rotting flesh is transformed

into waking dreams and visions most divine. From the private journal of Professor Mortimer King, August 1969.

Prologue, the full four-part series, Prophet of the Hallowed Corpse, is available now for Patreon members.

Here the complete story today without waiting, link in the

description below. Harlow Vegas sits in the back row of the funeral chapel, despite being

the only mourner at his mother's service. Beyond the empty pews, her open casket rests on

its stand,

and he can just make out the gray tip of her nose peeking out from the edge.

That's enough for Harlow.

He doesn't need to get too close.

Harlow is no stranger to death,

and he knows all about the tricks and Undertaker employs to prepare a body for viewing,

how the arteries on the neck are slashed and tubes inserted, draining blood while pumping in embalming

fluid.

There is the puncturing of bloated organs with a hollow needle, which then serves to vacuum

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