Eyes of the Forest
(Victorian Era - Perspective Switch) To the creatures of the High Highlands, the Two-Legged ones are usually a storm—noisy, destructive, and smelling of sulfur and fear. But the one they called Arthur was different. He smelled of old paper, dried herbs, and a peculiar, quiet sadness that reminded us of the autumn mist. I remember the first time he touched me. My leg was a ruin of bone and...
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