The end crowd, written by Ash Phoenix, also known as Phoenix Flies.

Every library owed secrets, tomes and tells forgotten and foregone, misplaced or misremembered.

Every has known no bigger library, no greater store of knowledge than the internet, and its

secrets are all the more sinister for it.

No grand gatekeeper stands guard at the threshold of the deep web.

No overbearing librarian watches over your shoulders as you install a browser.

These mysteries and monsters can be found by no mere search engine, but are offered

in whispers and rumors, fueling the fires of intrigue.

All it takes is the right address, the right password, the right key for the right door,

and these keys, weightless, are passed unburdened.

Playing doors around the world, through laptops, tablets, and school computers.

I couldn't tell me about this really messed up site, chirked the kid at the keyboard.

30 eager pairs of eyes were glued to the projection screen, the air thick with nervous

hush.

Clips were licked, knees trembled, hearts raced.

Calum hadn't felt such anticipation from the class since he showed off those magazines

he found in his dad's shed.

The Saturday detention had been worth it, and now he had a reputation to uphold.

At the tender age of 14, he was already well versed in the subtle magic of the confidence

trick.

Calum was born to be a salesman, and these children were securely in his pocket.

He was their guide through a dark and exciting world that they had until now thought was fiction.

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