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Splinter
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    Time 13m
Ongoing, First published Aug 17, 2025
Mature
Going about her day, Estelle hisses out, shaking her hand before glancing down-eye to eye with a thin, protruding piece of wood in her palm.

Eyebrows knitting together, she simply shrugs it off, after toying with the splint-trying to get it out. The failed removal ceases to deter her, though, despite the small pain persisting.

But only ten minutes later, when she finally relents to the bugging feeling, and glances down at her palm once more-she notices nothing

The splinter is gone, and so is any sense of normalcy Estelle ever knew-for abilities she thought as folklore tackles her in the shape of a chubby...albino skunk?
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