By G.W. Thomas
Read by Ben Phillips
“I’m just here for the book,” I said, impatient to get my hands on it again.
“Of course, you are. Mr. Telford told me you knew quite a bit about this book yourself. Please, sit.”
That should have been my first clue. Book renters don’t share the eldritch secrets they pull from their reading. To ask is the height of rudeness.