Short Story: The Night Harvest

No one ever returned. None before. None after. Just him. Until now. A figure exploded from the edge of the forest, scattering twigs and scraps of mist. Donafel let out a sharp breath, a plume of condensation. Ghostly antlers crowned the figure’s head and, for a moment, the familiar terror gripped him. But no—the antlersContinue reading “Short Story: The Night Harvest”