C.G. Burns
Joined March 2026
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My work is born from the friction between cold logic and the restless, aching human search for home that lies hidden beneath a polished surface. What happens when that polish begins to crack?
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Burn the Witch
The house at the end of the cul-de-sac wasn’t a place of magic; it was a rotting blemish of crumbling limestone and damp half-timbering. It slumped tiredly against the city wall, as if trying to melt into the shadows of the battlements. There lived the widow—a woman whose sole remaining sin was that she had simply outlived her usefulness to anyone.
By C.G. Burnsabout 15 hours ago in Horror
