From: [[]] The butcher on Mutton Island sells it. But only when no one else is around, and never for anything so banal as Echoes... [Find the rest of the story at ]
You cover your nose[…]ripe ginger and day's-end meat. The entrails slither damply into the waters. They were wrapped in fat, which froths on the surface in yellow bubbles.
A few minutes later, the zee seethes. Its denizens hold a feast of their own.
From: [[]] The butcher on Mutton Island sells it. But only when no one else is around, and never for anything so banal as Echoes... [Find the rest of the story at ]
