The Cursed
It writhed slowly against the bamboo wall, leaving a faint, iridescent trail behind it.
Then came the others.
Dozens more worms erupted from hidden crevices in the thatch and bamboo, spilling forth like a living infestation. They crawled with deliberate, rippling motion—some thick and pale, others dark and glistening—descending the wall in obscene waves, their tiny hooked bristles scraping softly against the woven surface. They moved straight toward her.
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