The Darkest Pits of Helheim.

In the darkened room, behind the black curtains and the orange glow of the lights beyond the open windows, sat the almost naked form of something that stirred in the chair behind the desk.

Of what could be seen was nothing, but the humid air made the breathing almost heavy and difficult.

Something rustled, followed by a damp noise, like bloodied meat being torn from the spine, and the slacking of a drying mouth echoed in the room that was bequeathed in darkness.

“My fucking penguin melted,” I said, after opening the packet and firmly placing my mug on the wood below.

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