Ragged Breath

"Karcist Alma," the lumberjack rested his axe precariously on his shoulder, "You should get inside, the blizzard has only gotten stronger"
The old woman held out her halkost more stringently then. The small bulb of bio-luminescence seemed to flare brighter from the womb of the small, mewling construct of flesh. The red marks on her face seemed to stand out even stronger against the toil of the winter air, an undefeated statement to the strength of

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