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  Something small and hard-living dies in a short, sharp scream of burst blood and snapped bone. Somewhere deep, deep in the stripped down trees, spring has arrived.

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The Cursing Tree

Ritual

she thought she was irresistible...

he was in his last ever death scream...

there is nothing more enticing...

ghosts glide with me...

you slide through me...

his mouth...

...there is a sharp undercurrent...

How old is he?