Abaddon _top_ - Hotel

The door swung inward into darkness that moved .

Leo needed a room. His car had died twelve miles back, and the rain was the kind that soaked through hope. The lobby’s marble floor was immaculate, but the air smelled of burnt cloves and old bandages. Behind the desk stood a woman with no shadow. hotel abaddon

Leo laughed nervously. “Funny.”

The Hotel Abaddon stood on the corner of Mercy Street and Purgatory Lane — an address no cabbie would utter aloud. Its neon sign buzzed a flickering red promise: . But nobody ever saw anyone leave. The door swung inward into darkness that moved