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The Wyllt

He is staring at me from the green. His hair – mass of foliage, twigs and feathers, his eyes – amber green, sky-blue and gold, luminous and glowing. When he speaks, his voice is harsh, hoarse and raspy, as the breaking bark, wood crackling in the fire. His lips immobile, yet the voice comes out,Continue reading “The Wyllt”

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