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"Thora," The sudden catch in her voice snapped me back to my revival.

".... yes?"

"Thora!" Her voice was brittle, strangulated, as though some invisible force was choking her.

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i.
The water shrieks my name. Soaked to my thunder stained skin, shook up with sound. My heart is a blue lick of fire of the curling current of the lake travelling to nowhere touched.

ii.
It says: you have sharp teeth, sharp teeth, sharp teeth. I sunk them into the blue hues.

iii.
The water is smooth, yet jagged. I led them into it, I could only dream of skeletons. Skeletons at the bottomless pit of the murky seas.

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Of stories, bloodshed, and shit.
Meet Thora.