Deep Cuts in a Lovecraftian Vein @deepcuts.bsky.social

"And brother, do I have a story for you," she added, with a wicked grin that made me want to go for her throat. I bit back the instinct. She remembered herself, covered her mouth, the flash of teeth. "Let me guess: murder. Lust. Greed." "How did you know?" I gave a close-lipped smile in reply.

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