"The Wings of Winter" is now at 116K. This is a snippet from my morning's writing.
She nodded, weary of picking a safe path through her conversations with him, weary of war. For the Humans of Tremont, it had just begun, but she had been carrying this conflict inside of her for weeks. Now, no matter if she opened her eyes or closed them, she saw images of the dead.
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