The Hunt
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blood between my fingers
the eyes of the prey, closing in death
the sisters moons taking the colors
6
Jul 2020

She inhaled the air, fast, raggedy. Her feet burned with sharp stinging pain, she was sure that they are peeling off the skin. She gazed at them, suspecting to see the open wound, but the only thing she saw, with pure confusion, were cleaned cuts and some strange pulp spread on her skin around the crackings. They weren’t that wide, even, as she suspected.

Next two chapters of Stonewood Princess and the Hunter. I love how the slow burn develops :> I soon shall have more!

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