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inside and rotten
that small, withered, rattling flesh
from within, It eats
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The Path to Salvation
The late autumn evening air filled the monk's lungs, but it wasn't the season that chilled his bones. The heavy-handed presence of evil he had sensed upon entering the woods surrounding this mountain village had not bothered to conceal itself from him.
By Made in DNA5 days ago in Fiction
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A nice Haiku.