Silvanus couldn’t believe his luck. The human with the chainsaw didn’t cut him in half as had happened with his Aunty Drynia. No this guy fancied himself to be some sort of Michelangelo, freeing the spirit of what was within, not just chopping and cutting aimlessly. So there Silvanus was, exposed to the light of … Continue reading Like A Dryad Out of Water
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