She had to admit that there was a beauty to the still body held in her arms. The soft fur losing the warmth that was embedded in it, one of life’s last desperate attempts to cling to its skin. The deer’s eyes were wide open, slightly watery at the edges, as if they were stuck right at the moment when tears were formed. It was still too early for the coldness to settle. For the numbness to reach deep into the bones and turn the flesh rotten. She will always be afraid of herself before taking the first bite, her fingers clutching the stomach of a creature whose only mistake was existing at the exact time and place of the hunt. Hunger rumbled in her stomach, reminding her of the reason she came here, guided by nothing but a dull moonlight, small feet scrunching on the forest floor. She unwrapped the knife Sophie gave her, tucked the handkerchief into her dress’s collar, and got to work. The blade ran smoothly along the skin, uncovering the pungent smell of blood and entrails. She f...
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