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Skeletal twigs snap - fingers developing a hunger of their own form crescent wounds. Asymmetrical arcs pierce. A mechanical creak - joints scratch. The subtle giveaway of artifice, a hint that behind the skin lies not flesh but ice. A revulsion. Stiff with nimble pre-mortem rigor mortis.
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Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 11:52 AM UTC
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Skeletal twigs snap - fingers developing a hunger of their own form crescent wounds. Asymmetrical arcs pierce. A mechanical creak - joints scratch. The subtle giveaway of artifice, a hint that behind the skin lies not flesh but ice. A revulsion. Stiff with nimble pre-mortem rigor mortis.
annashanley
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18/F/Scotland
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 11:52 AM UTC
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