31K. I keep crankin’ this out, and I may actually get back on track for Nanowrimo.
I must be inspired. I had to actually get out music instead of NPR. Since all I’ve got is Tool, Firewater, and Tom Waits, this may have a warping effect on the next chapter, which is already full of nearly Lovecraftian headless dancing rats and demon-deer women.
Still, you just can’t write desperate horror to Steeleye Span. There’s a law, or something.
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