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Nightmare Magazine - Horror and Dark Fantasy Story Podcast (Audiobook | Short Stories)

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Edited by bestselling, award-winning anthologist John Joseph Adams, NIGHTMARE is a digital magazine of horror and dark fantasy. In its pages, you will find all kinds of horror and dark fantasy, from zombie stories and haunted house tales, to visceral psychological horror. Every month NIGHTMARE willRead more

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