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Chapter 43

ผู้เขียน: Larry Moose
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Silver light leaks through the trees, touching the ground with ghostly fingers. The world is blue and gray and so different from the sharp edges of my office that I almost feel like a stranger in it. I hesitate at the forest’s edge, waiting for the familiar press of ownership to settle over me. Wait
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  • Howl for Justice    Chapter 90

    I close my eyes against the change, close my eyes against the light, against the light of the moon, the light that is more than I am, more than I can be, more than I can hold. I close my eyes and breathe, breathe like I am human, like I am, like I am still Mara, like I am still, like I am. My brea

  • Howl for Justice    Chapter 89

    I move through the trees with the breathless speed of my fear, with the sharpness of my intentions, with the urgency of my need. The scent of pine is thick and raw, and it claws at me with every quick step. My body presses against the confines of my human shape, desperate for the release that is as

  • Howl for Justice    Chapter 88

    My footsteps are too loud. My thoughts are too loud. The edge of the forest is more than I think, more than I believe, more than I can take, more than I am ready to be. The edge is. I am not. I am not more. I try to hold. I try to hold. I change my clothes, and the certainty of the change is

  • Howl for Justice    Chapter 87

    I leave it. I leave it. The forest is empty and endless. It waits for me. I pretend it’s not too late, pretend I can still change my mind. The stillness surrounds me, fills the car with its presence, fills the air with the pull, with the pull of what I know I have to do. The trailhead is unmark

  • Howl for Justice    Chapter 86

    The car is as lonely as my thoughts, a dark streak through the edge of the city, through the raw edge of my fear. The road is more empty than I expect, more empty than I am, more empty than I think. I drive. I drive and lose myself in the motion, in the distance, in the blur of it all. The bag is at

  • Howl for Justice    Chapter 85

    The old words bleed into each other. They bleed. They bleed. The hours before the change are unsteady. They are an unsteady reminder, an unsteady force, an unsteady push against my life, against my control, against what I can handle. They are an unsteady pull, a pull that I pretend not to feel, a

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