![]() ![]() Oh, goodness, he’s probably out after a squirrel again,” Jenga said with a sigh. ![]() “If they’re that far away you don’t need to chase them. “Atlas! Come back here! Where’ve you gone off to?” Jenga’s rambly, stumbling voice that rattled through the forest. I remembered seeing him once and thinking how painful it must be. What struck my memory was his hunched, crooked shoulder. I could make out his form on the other side of the tree-line. In the brief burst of excitement, I’d not noticed that the crooked witchdoctor had wandered up to the edge of the swampy area. He ran his tongue around his parted teeth as his shoulders tensed. “I’ve wanted something like this for a long, long time,” Erik growled. ![]() He wiped it with a quick pass of his hand, and smiled a grin so eager it was a little shocking. The bones creaked as he watched Erik hold his ribs and stand back up.Ī thin tendril of blood ran from Erik’s nose. Every muscle in the ancient and apparently half-reconstructed body visibly flexed under his skin. ![]()
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