Hugo lingered by a recent grave.
Gas light fractured the boneyard smog behind him.
Victor grew uneasy. “Why are we here?”
Wistfully, his partner caressed the headstone bell.
“What if your elixir could be used to cheat death as well as prolong life?”
“That last vial was flawed. Unpredictable. To use it would be madness.”
Victor fought a rising dread. “Ye gods, you destroyed it … didn’t you?”
The bell on the nearest tomb twitched spasmodically, then started to chime.
“Tell me” Hugo mused, glassy-eyed, “Is it me or are bells ringing?”
Victor felt a horror he had never known as, all around him, graves began to peel.
(Yes, it could be the same Victor!)
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