Ellen had worn the wolf hide for seven hours, and as it released from her own tender skin, she caught a whiff of its stink. Carrion, garbage, dirt—animal smells, strong and bad. She wanted to yank it off, to throw it away from her as quickly as possible, but it was still joined to her torso and her legs. She grabbed at the loose edges with her teeth and tugged.
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A story should start with a when, a where, a who, a what, and a why.
That, of course, means this isn’t a story at all. No-one knows exactly when it happens, where it happens, or why. Our ‘who’ is nameless, but legend says it’s always a child. As for the what? We have some hints—something about skin. But that’s it.
Illusive.
Terrible.
Remarkable.
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“How you doin over there?”
“Yeah, I’m fine… Man, that smells good.”
The cook didn’t look up from his stirring. “It’ll taste even better. This is just a sample, so it’ll be ready in no time. I’m just gonna season it slightly—that okay?”
“Sure. I hope you don’t mind coming out so late.”
“Nah, not at all.”
The man watched his visitor at work. “You get much business?”
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