Mother s Milk
As the junk spans on for miles in this cramped warehouse of a store, a sudden tingle on the back of Stephen’s neck had him spin around. Along the back wall near the furthest corner set a bunch of what looks to be some old-time items from northlands or something. As Stephen moved close to the table it was the wooden looking mask that captured his attention. The dull jade color wood had a metal worn nose guard centered between the eye slits. As if drawn by an unknown voice Stephen lifts it from...