He hadn’t walked this trail for some time, but the bog-frogs, snakes and small furry wild-things remembered him. Delicate sundews, snapping shut as he passed, knew the shadow-less figure too. They remembered the stench of death floating with him when he came. Even worse, they had all cowered in the moonlight; witnessing what he did.
Bog-water glistened like burnished sap in starlight as he picked his way carefully through the squelch of mud.
Smiling, he kicked carefully at the peat.
It looked like a log, but he knew it was a leg from the body he’d buried there years before.
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