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Spiritusexual, by Julie Cox

You want to call me a ghost whore? Fine. So long as I get paid, you can call me whatever you think you can get away with. But at the end of the day, I get off, and I get paid to do it. People ask me how I got into this gig, getting rid of ghosts by fucking them. The story goes thusly.

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Creation Myth
by Julie Cox

In the beginning there was darkness, and the darkness was not empty. Bodies without shape shifted in the gloom, brushed against each other hotly like wolves in a den. There was no form, no fur or fangs, but the merest suggestion of their eventual essence - primitive predators, embryonic prey.

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