The men stop coming after Hunt goes missing. We learned from the last brave soul to visit that they whispered all sorts of stories to answer his disappearance. My favorite is that we ate him. We cooked him up with our whore-earned corn, a dozen rats eyes, and a bat wing. Even I couldnt have thought of anything more perfect.
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Themes
- Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave