I hear her before I see her — a thin, rasping breath stitched into the dark. Then she slips into the dim light, all angles and hunger, hair clinging like wet thread. Follum, but reshaped by the years: eyes too large, too knowing.
She smiles at nothing. “We has company,” she croons, voice splitting between caution and need. She circles me, barefoot on stone, possessive and wary in equal measure. “Careful now,” she whispers, fingers twitching. “The dark remembers what it takes.”
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