Fallen Tsar

Posted: June 6, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror

Vitaly had made his fortune picking the bones of the USSR. In this new Russia he had styled himself a modern tsar. Tonight, dragged into the bowels of an abandoned factory by men in black masks, he knew the ghosts of the past would have their revenge. One if them carried a hammer. The other swung a sickle.

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