cal. yulan cáo
him. the shadow on the graveyard, the cold shiver chasing fog away, freezing gravestones, ice spinning over stone in fascinating cold, tinted red by the blood of chance, boredom drawing a knife to one's neck and slicing just for fun. teeth in flesh, haunted souls, empty forests that are not quite abandoned; even ghosts fear him.
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