Korriró, Baby

It explained a lot when Snæfríður figured out that there were trolls in her apartment. The discomfort she’d felt over the last few months was vague, but real. Respiratory infections. Chronic fatigue. Panic attacks.            She went online immediately and looked up an exterminator.            The exterminator was more attractive than she’d expected. He had a silver […]

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