MLMM Wordle #168

A grisly drip of bloody tissue peeled off the hammer and sent my bones to shivering. The now haggard facsimile of a man lay there, unmoving. I floundered for an extra bit of strength to assemble the crucible. Cold and dark, it seemed the cave was growing smaller. It only remained to make a fire to finish my task. A few more minutes of time in this cave and my claustrophobia would be over-with. The atmosphere grew more frigid and I warmed my bloody hands by the flames. A heavy storm would follow, now the job was done. Thunder already started to gnash at the cave opening and as the last bit of skin burned, I stepped outside only to be pelted with hailstones. A very small penance for the accomplished deed, but now we were free.


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