The Depths of Dread
The lake buried deep in the woods cast an icy fog that clogged its labyrinth guardian of ash and elm with dense mist. The last, dying motes of daylight fled, and a blanket of black rushed overhead to fill the void, hiding any light that dared shine. But three, silver fire pits cast a meager scarlet through the grove as they vomited their noxious fumes.
Jodi stood centered among them—naked and exposed, choking back the wet cough that plagued her. Bumps raised across bare skin, and the dim reds only deepened the shadows of bones that bided their time to break from her frail form.
