trees on fire. ash heaps. bones from cracked red earth.
dust swelling the horizon. dead branch witch-bone fingers gesturing, come hither, come hither. toxic sulfur breeze. Withered toothless old woman, cackling within a dark room. The creak of an empty rocker. Rats scurrying among a ribcage. skull with lizard instead of tongue. Lone, naked, barefooted traveler, thorns in his feet, bleak stare.
Cutcliffe.
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i dont get it, its just duke