Through the Eyes of the Beast
The world is a series of smells and vibrations. The smell of wet concrete, the vibration of the subway beneath my hooves, the scent of fear that clings to the humans like a second skin. I remember the day the light changed. I remember the man with the silver glasses and the voice that sounded like a razor blade. He told me that my thoughts were "noise." He told me that my memories of a house...
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