The forest smelled of night. Dry leaves and branches on the ground crackled like porcelain beneath the feet of a woman in a long white T-shirt.
The creature that followed her walked, the forest flitting past him as if he were running. He was nude, and the moonlight turned his skin ghost white. His jarring bone and bulbous muscle shifted beneath his skin.…
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