Tucked back on a side street, the hole-in-the-wall restaurant promised "the freshest sandwiches this side of the Veil!"
I didn't know what the Veil was, but the rest sounded perfect.
The dining area fell silent around me. My vision blurred and flickered, sending the customers into dizzying bursts of human, then terrifying monsters, then back. Fangs ripped through bloody flesh, talons delicately speared pickles.
A tall creature raised a cleaver, mandible clacking as it stared at me. I tried to back up, but huge paws wrapped around my arms. Hot breath rushed over my neck.
The chef announced, “Order up!”
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