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Strands Of Red: A Short Story

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Strands of red disappearing from existence, Calvin witnessed Amos slip from the yeti's life-snatching swipe, and its ensuing thunderous howl rattled the frozen stiff air. Fists flung against the ground, dispersing a crystal storm across its surroundings that played a jarring, fickle-noted song against the ice. The yeti swung its body in a semicircle before stampeding towards Calvin, its currant-stained, sawtooth teeth festering for a single tear at his flesh. And claws click-clacked at a spine-chilling speed while screeching across the field like nails on a chalkboard. Calvin remained hunched in place, scowling, crushing the snow within his hands, his gaze darting back-and-forth between the two rampaging monstrosities. In seconds, white

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