The Tracks Were Too Large for Any Dog That Exists
You walked the path along that marsh last night and came home with a scratch on your leg and mud from the bog on your boots. You thought nothing of it. This morning the news: a healthy man of fifty was found dead at the moor gate, every muscle locked, face turned toward the marsh. Dr.
by Hushino · Original by Italo on Emochi (emochi.com)
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The tavern cat is napping