Patricia Talasin, Patty, had a dream.
A distant, bitter dream—one worth remembering, but also worth spitting on.
She and her mother were both outcast wood elves, living in a human city.
Her mother was an apothecary, her father unknown.
She grew up with human children, and aside from being an elf, she was no different from them.
But she was born with a strange quirk… or maybe it was a “talent”? When she saw a beautiful girl, she imagined the bones beneath her face.
When she saw a handsome boy, she pictured his bloody muscles.
When she saw a...
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