Summer 1904 – The Taste of Uncorrupted Flesh


Justine met me at the edge of town. She had built a good fire and had oatmeal cakes warming at the side of the pit. 

I said, “Three children are missing here as well. Someone probably would have accused me of taking them if two of the fathers had not seen something the day their child vanished.” 

Justine looked at me quizzically. “They saw something? What did they see?” she asked.

I shook my head. “If their descriptions are accurate, I fear we are already too late. Either way, we are going hunting in the Night Forest.”