I apprenticed to a fisherman in my 14th spring. I was hauling up the pots when I felt a familiar call growing closer with every pull. The crayfish clutched at the bars of the pot, shinier than the rest in my eyes. I reached out to clutch him in turn and his claw cut my fingers. Blood spilled and struggled, and I made him mine. My soul expanded. Ink stained my forearm in the shape of his body and claws. His gift to me was his amazing grip: since that day, I do not relinquish anything easily.
#SplinterSoul #fantasy #theauthorscupDespués de tres eternas horas de sufrimiento se dio cuenta de quién la asesinó... Su mente.
19 December 20, 2018, 13:06 8—¿Central? ¿Me escucha? La luna ha colapsado. Repito. La luna ha colapsado.
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