Fleeing the Baba Yaga
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Last published Mon, Jul 13, 2026
Zayn's therapist said he was doing really well. He hadn't had any nightmares for months now. He'd been taking his medication and was going to the gym every day. He'd even started making a few friends. Whatever trauma he had faced in his childhood to cause those blank spots in his memory was over. There was no such thing as monsters. No one was coming to get him. Despite this, he can't get away from the feeling that he's being watched. After all, the Baba Yaga doesn't share those she collects with anyone.
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