(…) a deep pain that brought back more memories. Not those that haunted her mind, but the scores her body kept deep within the Flesh Pits sanctum. Skarlet’s opposite hand began to creep over the sheets, running under the fresh quilts to hold tightly to the fabric. To ground herself in reality, rather than feel the rusting iron of an autopsy table underneath.
we’ve upgraded, people, huge news
chapter 11 is in the editing stage, trying to find some footing outlining chapter 12. I have some bare skeletons.
haven’t been posting because I haven’t been writing. the good old grieving doom scroll has gotten me.
#mkbloodmoney