The Weight of Scales
Act I The forest does not ask what you are. It only asks whether you are present. Arthur Moreau learned this in the first week, when he sat on a rock by a stream and realized that for the first time in years, his mind was not racing ahead to tomorrow or backward to yesterday. It was simply here, on this rock, listening to the water. He had come to the forest to disappear. Not permanently—not...
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