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She enters my forest with nothing but grief in her throat and a lantern in her hand.
I mimic her mother’s voice to lure her deeper—but it’s not her fear I crave. It’s the sound she makes when she tells a story. The way her voice trembles when she thinks she’s alone. The hush of her breath when I step out of the shadows and show her what I really am.
She should’ve screamed. Run. Burn the woods behind her.
Instead, she kneels.
Now, I’m starving in a way I’ve never known. For the warmth of her body. For the pain in her past....
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