Hell’s Fissure

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Hell’s Fissure

Dwight’s Way was always a quiet street, lined with old houses, their paint peeling under the weight of time. But if you asked the oldest residents—those who still remembered the stories their grandparents whispered in hushed tones—they’d tell you never to dig too deep.

Because beneath Dwight’s Way, something still waits.

The stories start in 1906, in the wake of the great earthquake that shattered the city. Amid the wreckage, something worse had been unleashed.

A fissure, deep and black as the void, had split the earth wide open at the end of the street. A yawning mouth in the dirt. They called it Hell’s Fissure.

For two weeks, things crawled out of it…