And as we entered his cottage, I stopped to turn and look back at the swaying trees and morning sky. I inhaled slowly through my nose and absorbed it all. The serene atmosphere made me smile and I turned and shut the door.
But alas, the Beast was peeking out from behind a tree; plotting and cultivating no doubt.
No mortal being shall ever slay the Beast…but we can put up one helluva fight.
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