Whatever was in those woods didn’t just feel magical. It felt radioactive. It felt dangerous. The sensation was unsettling, but it also made Laszlo curious. And Curiosity (Laszlo pictured her as a buxom redhead) was something he’d never been able to resist. Over the centuries, Curiosity had broken both his heart and his bones. She’d left him humiliated, bankrupt, even clapped in irons. And yet, despite countless betrayals, Laszlo continued to love her with a deep and abiding passion. Curiosity kept life interesting, no small thing when one was immortal. No matter how many times she burned him,
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