A BOTTOMLESS CURSE, A BOTTOMLESS SEA || CAUSTIC

Their eyes are locked on him, watching. Waiting for his next move. They see him sitting up, lowering his snout. Covering his throat. Good. Their teeth would not be shy, next time. These were games they knew how to play too.

"As do I. Goodnight, Doctor." Good faith.

They turn then, sinking into the forest.

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/out!

THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.