The stag and the Wendigo.
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The air in the morgue was quiet and cold, just like the people who occupied it. My hands trembled slightly, their grip on the edge of the silver tray wavering.
I really shouldn’t have skipped breakfast.
Again.
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The air gets drastically denser once Beverly starts her retreat. Expensive fabric catching fire and wandering eyes waving the smoke.He always stares at me like I’m some forbidden succulent dish.
“Hannibal-”
“What's this I hear about you not eating Will?”
My breath catches.
———A short work of tension and forbidden promises.
Will be continued if met with enthusiasm. :)
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- Part 1 of The stag and the Wendigo.