THREE MORE DAYS The supervisor’s empty claws poked her in the ribs, squeezed an arm, and finally turned Sahra’s head this way...

THREE MORE DAYS

The supervisor’s empty claws poked her in the ribs, squeezed an arm, and finally turned Sahra’s head this way and that. “Always thought the really pale ones were dangerously inbred…” she murmured. She hissed between her pointy teeth. A noise of disappointment.

October 29

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