Elf To Tame A Werewolf
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I'm about to point out that Sirgil is not a dog, and his growl means he's about to attack him if he calls him that again, but I'm more distracted by Oward's repeated use of "was"
'We lived in Aronan, one of them towns on the left way of the road from Halden…or what used to be Halden. Oward was just a good ol' hunter, and a trader, he was. It was like a dream come true. Good business, a loving wife, the loveliest boy in the world. What more could one possibly ask for?'
I could think of a few, but wisely hold my tongue.
He stares up at the stars blankly, almost lifelessly. He looks…helpless, and I realize that must be what had plagued me, and what still does. It's like staring in a mirror. E
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