"And who are you?" Rian asks from a tree. The last few days have been a swirl of mad confusion. Ever surface he touches has brought him conflicting images and incomplete truths. It's enough to drive a changeling mad and it's no better when he finds a cursed man tromping through his woods.
"Who are you that pulls my weeds and roses without the leave of me? A thief? A sacrifice?"
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"Who are you that pulls my weeds and roses without the leave of me? A thief? A sacrifice?"