A Cry For Help

I looked down at the child, shivering in the harsh blizzard winds of The Tundra.

"Help"

He says, his teary eyes locking onto mine. A child wouldn't wander this dangerous land alone. You can't fool me, you Abominable Snowmimic.

I cleaved his head clean off. His true form fell.

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