Somewhere in the dark, the wrong wolf smiles. He gorges on the warm flesh of a fresh kill. I keep tossing him easy game.

Somewhere in the light, the right wolf snarles. His belly growls as the bones of his last meal crumble. I keep failing to toss him any game.

Thus, my own personal shadowman grows.

numb fingers

the insidious ache

in my gut

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