Thirty-SixWhitburn on Sea
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IT WAS MID AFTERNOOON AND CHARLIE WAS DOZING, for once his sleep was untroubled, unhaunted. Selene had left, when and how he could not have said or even how long he had been asleep. Some slight noise disturbed him and rolling over and opening his eyes he found Asmodeus Tchort standing beside the bed. With a start and stifled scream he sat up, then wishing he hadn't as a surge of bitter bile rose to his gorge which by swallowing hard he managed to force back down but which left a sour acrid taste in his mouth.
'Charlie, Charlie' Tchort said sadly, 'I looked upon you as my own son but now you have betrayed me.' There was no anger in Tchort's voice, merely sadness and disappointment.
'Betrayed you! What have you done to me!' Charlie croak
