Diwrnach is Dead
Diwrnarch is dead. The great blue slabs of his limbs lie spread-eagled across his table. His fists are heavy clenched stones. His corpse is headless. His head lies in a bloody pool on the…
Diwrnarch is dead. The great blue slabs of his limbs lie spread-eagled across his table. His fists are heavy clenched stones. His corpse is headless. His head lies in a bloody pool on the…
Author’s Note: This story is based upon the Scottish folksong “Three Sisters on the Banks of the Rye”, along with various Gothic fairytales in the spirit of the Brothers Grimm. As such, please be aware the…
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