PREVIEW
... raps.
Except the scraps were made by a woman who wanted to throw him off a cliff.
The small stone hut they had been given glowed faintly from the bioluminescent moss lining the inner walls.
Soft cool blue light reflected off the smooth stone floor. Strange vine-like roots hung down from the ceiling, swaying gently like they were alive.
Outside, faint forest noises whispered through the cracks. A cool mountain wind hummed low, almost musical.
The air smelle ...
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