"But there was no dark anger in him, only the sadness of something brave that once had been. So the old stag died, among the wolves; or the eagle fell; or the wolf himself went down. She thought a moment and, thinking on such a heart, remembered a place, a small place, the only warmth she knew among mankind."
This is so interestingly different. More Fairy Tale than Fantasy.
— May 26, 2024 12:15PM
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