Igra --santaz Incesta-- -v0.1.7-dev- Avtor- Slutogen < 4K >

The fire spat green sparks.

The game began again.

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Three figures waited by the tree. Their faces were his, but younger. Sharper. Smiling like wolves who’d learned to wrap presents.

Santa tried to laugh. His beard felt like someone else’s hair. Igra --Santaz incesta-- -v0.1.7-dev- Avtor- Slutogen

The sleigh crunched onto a rooftop that wasn’t on any map. Snow fell in reverse, climbing back into a bruised sky.

He closed his eyes.

Santa — or whoever wore the coat now — stumbled through the chimney and landed in a living room that smelled of mulled wine and something wrong.

“Tonight,” the third said, untying the velvet rope from the tree, “you remember why we call it incesta .” The fire spat green sparks

Santa’s sack was empty. His list had only one name, repeated in every font of sin.