Notes
Singing corpses.
An abandoned city in a thirsty forest.
Piles of teeth, yellowed, the roots still flecked with blood.
A mayor. A sheriff. A dark-eyed boy, as silent as he is enormous. A girl of dirt and a girl of breath.
“FAR FOULER THINGS LURK IN THAT FOREST, GIRL.”
“I KNOW.”
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