Bayou Whispers
I hope I can protect her when the time comes.
I hope she can resist Cassandra.
Bones lay scattered across what was once a large reception area. Not human bones, though. Animals. Dogs, boars, and alligators. Large birds—herons or egrets, most likely.
Curtis bent low to examine a particularly large skull.
“These bones,” he said. “They all have marks on them. Teeth marks, but it doesn’t make sense.”
He shifted the large skull to better see the marks. Large insects scurried in all directions, upset their home had been disturbed.
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