Christopher Golden

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INTO THE DARK . . . Down Buffy went, listening to her own heartbeat. There was the mildew smell of standing water mixed with the smell of dirt and perfume. She heard low laughter. Candlelight glowed against the wall as she reached the foot of the stairs. There was soft music playing. She reached the corner, paused for a heartbeat, then three. Finally, she poked her head out and saw four or five couples cuddling on some old couches draped with bedspreads. She hesitated. Maybe this was her cue to…