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The fen didn’t care about anything human. It wasn’t some enchanted realm full of magical creatures. It was wild, and she loved it all the more.
Something twisted in her chest. It was love. Pure, fierce, obliterating love.
bitten.
Narrative turns on a word - image reminiscent of the cat in M R James???
from life.
Canon Alberic
‘the thing that cries in the night’. Whoever
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noises at my bedroom door,
M R James
I rescued Chatterpie myself.
