Formaldehyde

Formaldehyde

By J.N. Bamforth

Prologue

This wasn’t the first time I’d sunk into my sister's wet heat.

I loved my sister like I’d never loved anyone before, and she loved me back. I loved her like a big brother should love his sister. We shared the same womb, our DNA sprouting from the same vessel, intertwined with each other for an eternity.

I was a part of her and she was a part of me, two souls connected by blood. Blood that I’d watched spill from her battered body like a poisonous river.

I loved my sister, Alina.

I loved her enough to scrape her splattered remains off of the floor and bring her back from the dead, because that’s what a big brother should do.

Right?

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