EPISODE FORTY-SIX
FORTY-SIX The trees were veiled in the thickest of mists, their trunks sombre brown with sable cracks that gnarl the bark. As his eyes travelled to the edge of the woodland, they became silhouettes against a blanket of white, as if it were only daylight where he stood, as if he were encircled by twilight. The breathing apparatus hindered him, but he knew it kept him alive. His mouth stained with the blood of the last two victims, dried his mouth, caking his lips with congealed plasma. His master had promised more but had not yet delivered The blood from the man had not gushed in a constant flow, but in time with the beating of his heart. At first it came thick and strong, flowing through pulled at the ripped flesh. He tasted the blood at the back of his mouth, the thick fluid no warme
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