
by lambkt
In a remote building surrounded by snow and forest, the residents wait in terror as something outside begins taking them—one by one. Each disappearance leaves behind a room torn open to the night, as if the structure itself has been bitten through. Those who remain cling to ritual, whispering into the night: we bear witness. (Submitted to Reedsy Prompts #339 as an entry to contest "Brewed Awakening" in response to "End your story with someone watching snow or rain fall.")
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