DEFYING FATE
For this was their world as they stretched toward the light they never saw yet sensed, and he must do the same, open up his other senses to sound and aroma, and listen very carefully to every instinct.
For the master, the sight of the devil's forest sent a rare stab of warmth through his heart. Few things could put a smile on his face, but the sight of home after a long journey was one.
"This is it?" the slave asked, a faint quaver in his voice as he stared up the sheer mountain face.
"Can you spot another mountain?" The master scoffed, his eyes shining excitedly in their ebony sockets. The sprinkling of bruises across his delicate skin was gradually disappearing. He bore them with his arrog
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