Sunbeam Lair drip the drip the drip

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It thundered against her senses.

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Hearing, for there was no sight.

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Taste, because there was no touch.

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Blood blood blood was it? Water water water was it?

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The pop of water droplets. The splat of blood. Muscles tendons sinew. Bone. Bloody bone, clean bone, no bone, gone.

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There was bone. The clean white that peered from the bloody gore of what was left of her tail. She didn’t remember what happened (the crunch of bone, the screaming of an animal in pain (her?), the unyielding face of rock and snow as it bore down upon her shaking shivering shaking form)

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The wraith with no one sat alone. The scorpion stung the back of the frog.

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The blood. Her haunches. Her face, the gruesome twisting muscle and flesh there, spreading like strawberry runners across her cheeks.

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Water? Blood?

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The wraith lay poised, quiet in the dark.

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Listening to the

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