For a Handful of Salted Teeth
ShortStory 5,088 words
What I’d taken for white beads are actually human teeth, mixed with white crystals I identified (via taste, to Mole’s horror) as salt. Mole looks at the mixture and shudders. I don’t know how to explain why I keep them. As much as I wish to deny the strangeness of our near-death experience…if some wyrdcraft did take place, this feels like a talisman.
Content warnings 3
body-horrordeathgore
Quasar links out; the story lives on Strange Horizons, where the author gets the click.