Brother Hickory was the first kind person who came to me in that cell. And you would think at that point, I would’ve, you know, apologized, be smart. No, no, I didn’t. Instead, I continued wearing the mask I created.
About The Author
Slice-of-life fantasy writer. I write fluffy heartwarming fantasy about elves.
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