Igra --santaz Incesta-- -v0.1.7-dev- Avtor- Slutogen <REAL ✓>

“Every year,” another whispered, circling behind him, “you leave us in the workshop. Every year we rebuild you from the sleigh’s logs and reindeer bones.”

Santa tried to laugh. His beard felt like someone else’s hair.

The game began again.

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 .” Igra --Santaz incesta-- -v0.1.7-dev- Avtor- Slutogen

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He closed his eyes.

“You came back,” said the eldest. “We thought you’d forgotten the rules of the game.”

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

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