Of Marrow and Abomination by Morgan Sylvia I am very young when I first dream of the ruined barn. The barn is nothing more than a burnt-out husk in the northern woods. It stands alone in an overgrown meadow, a blackened shell of rotted shingles and charred, cracked timbers, its weathered grey boards standing in … Continue reading PseudoPod 698: Of Marrow and Abomination