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Fair Folk
“
His was the beauty of the night—dark moons and dark deeds. His was the beauty of the forest—hiding teeth and hiding monsters. His was the beauty of black ice—slick and thin and masking death.
”
― A Feather So Black
― A Feather So Black
“
I was made of frost and rot and endless things. I was not made to fear the Folk.
”
― A Feather So Black
― A Feather So Black




































