La Petite Mort 🔞18+ adults only
31 min readEira’s boots had worn through at the heel on the second day. By the third, they were walking on bloody socks.
The forest smelled wrong. Green clung in a film to the back of their throat—thick, cloying, like wet leaves. Birdsong stuttered and looped. Light slanted through at strange angles, sharp and disorienting.
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