When the Sky Bleeds Patches

g me in a Louisiana swamp, mu

ar echo of the screams and

cold, declared my status: "Acti

nd, another

other Hemlock, a decrepit phantom hau

hes right off him, leaving him exposed, screaming, before absorbing

d for scraps, but Mother He

trinkets – and simply vanished, their screams rep

n was coming, and we'd seen what happ

raved? Through an old telescope, I stared at th

itched material, and her macabre coll

hispered a cryptic clue: "patch

mlock' s final collection imminen

yes, but what abou

distorted "moon" shimmering on the water's surface held the rea