“I devoured this story. Larson-Burnett’s visceral body horror conjures nameless dread and unease that unsettle in the best possible way.” – Max Francis, author of Honor & Heresy
Duscha tattoos the strange and the sacred in a cramped studio off Tverskaya Street, guided by a magic she barely understands. The ink—chudo-kraska, her babushka calls it—has always lived in her blood. But lately, it’s been acting on its own.
Clients come in asking for wolves, saints, symbols. They leave with something else entirely. Designs that twist. Changes that burrow deep. Duscha tries to control it, to cleanse the space, to carry on. But the hunger is growing—hers, and the ink’s. And the bodies it marks are no longer just canvases.
They’re doors.
