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Grey doesn't believe in curses. When he uncovers a cavern deep under the mountain feared by the villagers as a faery tomb, he scoffs at the superstition, until he meets a stranger who lures him into the wood. A steamy encounter in a forest glade has him wondering if being cursed is such a bad thing after all...This short story from Nephy Hart contains graphic depictions of sexual acts and is therefore strictly for adults only.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	24 août 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781789824216
Langue	English

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The Curse
Nephy Hart

First published in 2020 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2020 Nephy Hart
The right of Nephy Hart to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The Curse
One of the huge halogen lights had gone out, throwing one side of the chamber into darkness. It was an old darkness, full of dust and silence. On each side the cold stone sarcophagi crouched, waiting.
There’d been a sound. There’d definitely been a sound, soft but distinct. It wouldn’t have been anyone else from the dig; they wouldn’t come near the place after dark. They were cautious enough in the day, because of the curse. Grey didn’t believe in curses. It was superstitious nonsense, but it was all he’d been hearing since they’d discovered the tomb three days ago.
It was huge, clearly man made and ancient, lined with niches containing bones. In the center were three rows of sarcophagi, with five stone coffins in each.
He was particularly fascinated by one sarcophagus, the one in the center of the middle row, and it was to this he headed, not knowing why.
There was something tantalisingly beautiful about the serene face carved into the stone lid and the jewel-bright paintings that flowed around the four sides. Tiny people, so realistic they looked alive, chased each other, weaving an endless dance around the stone figure who lay, cold and still, on the lid.