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There is a mind in the forest, that is held by no head yet has a mouth. Without flesh on its face yet with teeth that crave blood. Full-furred and a-shiver and unwarmed by heat; he who cannibalizes in fire and drinks hard ice.
The Witch Without Lips, and those that he serves - voiceless speech that will not slumber through its hibernation; killer of the nightjar, yet lover of its soul.
Outcast, here all is outcast. Yet there is witchblood in filth, and the eaters of rot know it well - and chew slowly.
Here is for the Dark One and his children, the children of the North that cry from dead trees. Here is a nameless oil, for a nameless deed, that creates a thing whose name is hated.
'Come, let us drink like cannibals. And in such, may we find power. Let us be Without.'
All vegetal, mineral and animal ingredients are legally obtained. Instructions and information will be provided on a cloth scroll.
Price is for one half ounce bottle of Flesh at the Frost. If you are interested in greater amounts, please contact us.